Page 2676

The rest of the Vannies were clearly upset by what they were witnessing, but the Roberts and Crowe were giving them plenty to think about. Oh, and were there a few more of his boys here now, too?

Eheh. Adorable.

Iceheart was struggling quite hard in his grip, trying to freeze him, slow his mind down maybe. And frankly, Morgunov was feeling pretty chilly. At this rate, his teeth might start chattering soon.

But again, his integration-based mastery over heat transference made this quite manageable. He wanted to warm Iceheart up and maybe thaw his frozen face out a bit, but alas, it wasn't to be. Iceheart specialized in that, after all. Would've been pretty embarrassing if he couldn't even maintain his own iciness, eheh.

It was interesting how he managed to prevent his own brain from freezing, though, wasn't it? Morgunov had been curious about that for years now, actually. Mm, yeah, Lamont would make for a great test subject, too. Another Mk. V decloaked, and Morgunov was about ready to toss him in.

But the Mk. V that contained Jackson was shaking pretty violently, now. That was actually another tactic of the Cage System--rattling the subject inside to help disorient them. The more confused they were, the better.

The shaking was too violent, though. That wasn't normal.

And he could feel the heat leaking out, too.

Well, poop.

He flung Iceheart into his own Mk. V and spun around just in time to see the first Mk. V glowing white hot. Its metallic body was distorting and bending, on the verge of combusting.

Morgunov put his hand forward, trying some last second heat transference to help the Mk. V survive, but it was too late.

The machine erupted like a volcano, and Jackson came flying out.

Morgunov frowned. The Mk. Vs could repair themselves quite extensively, but this? A bunch of half-molten scrap? Yeah, that was pretty unlikely--though, he did spot a few parts still wriggling here and there, trying their best.

Agh, he loved the Roberts so much.