Caleb gripped the spreader bar. Metal groaned under his hands. The suit fibers locked up, treating the crushing pressure like an immovable object. Heat flared behind his sternum. He borrowed strength from the damaged thing inside him and held 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. Tearing metal grated against the support beams, and the carcass lurched downward, swinging 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."
Boz hammered the console buttons until the winch gears smoked and stopped. Sully hauled a chain over the beast's swinging arm and locked the clamp to a floor anchor with both hands.
