The countdown ticked down, the bright red numbers on the holographic display casting an eerie glow across the MOA Command Center.
00:02:15
Thomas stood still, his arms crossed, eyes locked onto the real-time battlefield feed. The Titan-class mutant was dead, its massive, grotesque corpse laying in a crater of blackened ichor and shattered chitin. The soldiers on the front lines watched in relief—but Thomas knew the real battle was just beginning.
The Titan had been a test, a prelude to the true wave.
And now, the main event was about to begin.
"Status on all defensive units?" Thomas asked, his voice firm.
"All units in position," Marcus reported. "First line of defense is fully manned—tanks, infantry, IFVs. Artillery has reloaded and HIMARS launchers are standing by for fire missions."
"Apache squadrons are holding pattern, awaiting orders," Adrian added. "They're armed with Hellfires, Hydra rockets, and chain guns. We also have MQ-9 Reaper drones providing overwatch."
