Armor that gallops.
Thatās what the lieutenant called it. But heās wrong. It can be killed. Thereās always a chink in armor, even if itās been impossible to find so far.
Sergeant Ryanās forced optimism hasnāt been contagious, at least not since their aircraft crashed under mysterious circumstances. They had to scrap their mission of finding the missing explorers who were supposed to greenlight colonization on the alien planet. Even before being hunted, they were down a soldier, so he understands his compatriotsā frustration.
But their situation isnāt hopeless. All they need to do is kill the creature thatās been stalking them since the crash.
Trekking the hundreds of miles back to Fort Beckett will also require outrunning the roaming packs of predators, but based on the predatorsā seemingly tactical behavior, Sergeant Ryan canāt shake the feeling they arenāt dealing with ordinary animals.