In Clearford Compound's Military Command Center…
"General Cross," Colonel Mitchell reported in a low, heavy voice, "pretty much all the mines we planted have already gone off. Those mutant beasts are less than six miles from the compound now."
"Mm." General Cross nodded grimly.
"The Super-Heavy Mobile Artillery Platform—are they ready?"
"Ready!"
"Then deploy the Super-Heavy Mobile Artillery Platform," General Cross said without hesitation.
"Yes, sir!"
Colonel Mitchell nodded and strode out at a near jog.
By now, people inside the compound were starting to panic.
Especially after the military rolled out not one, but two Super-Heavy Mobile Artillery Platforms—weapons everyone treated like the ultimate trump card. The second those things appeared, even the slowest folks realized how bad the situation had gotten.
Still… seeing those two enormous platforms standing there, the compound's residents couldn't help feeling a little steadier.
No one doubted their firepower.
