A glob of caustic, sticky resin erupted from the roof, pinning the Scylla’s massive legs to the mutated earth. The beast roared, but the Buggy didn't stop. They drifted in a wide arc, the crew leaning out of the windows with —assault rifles that fired experimental, high-velocity slugs that bypassed the creature’s carapace but glowed red-hot with every trigger pull.
As the Scylla finally collapsed under the weight of scrap-metal ordinance and jury-rigged explosives, the squad didn't celebrate. They simply began scavenging the parts. In the fight against the Pandoravirus, the "clean" war was over. The future belonged to the fast, the loud, and the dangerously broken. PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)
Subject 24 looked at the vehicle. It was a deathtrap on wheels, bristling with oversized harpoon launchers and scrap-metal plating. “Does it work?” she asked. A glob of caustic, sticky resin erupted from