Caleb gripped the spreader bar. The metal groaned under his hands. The fibers in his suit locked up, treating the crushing pressure like an immovable object. The anomaly behind his sternum flared, sending a starving, vicious heat through his veins. He borrowed the raw muscle density from the damaged thing inside him, holding the steel bar steady against the crushing gray tissue.
The massive weight of the Siege-breaker shifted.
The heavy left shoulder dropped. An overhead chain slipped off its winch. A sharp screech of tearing metal grated against the support beams. The carcass lurched downward, swinging heavily over the floor grating.
Tons of dead weight plummeted.
"Lock the secondary winch," Caleb yelled. He grabbed a hanging cable to steady himself on the tilted scales. "Sully, slack the line. Boz, bind the left forelimb to the floor grate before it crushes the pump."
