MARKED BY THE ALPHAS HEAT
“Liora, we have maybe fifteen seconds before this whole wing collapses! The timer is running!”
I ignored her and grabbed a jagged piece of broken metal pipe from the floor. It wasn’t a weapon, it was barely a club, but it was better than nothing. I swung it with every ounce of remaining strength, cracking it across the back of Prime’s skull, satisfied with the sound it made.
“Get your goddamn hands off my mate, you sterile freak!”
Prime staggered for the first time. A flicker of actual surprise crossed its scarred face. “Emotional bond.. amplifying physical output. Fascinating. This variable was not fully accounted for in the simulations.”
Bab Populer