Armor that gallops.
Thatâs what the lieutenant called it. But heâs wrong. It can be killed. Thereâs always a chink in armor, even if itâs been impossible to find so far.
Sergeant Ryanâs forced optimism hasnât 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 compatriotsâ frustration.
But their situation isnât hopeless. All they need to do is kill the creature thatâs 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 predatorsâ seemingly tactical behavior, Sergeant Ryan canât shake the feeling they arenât dealing with ordinary animals.