Ivan pulled his hand back through the broken glass and let the officer's body slump against the console. Blood smeared across the switches, dripping between the buttons as sparks crawled through the ruined panel.
"Communications are down," he said.
Elizabeth landed beside him, frowning as she wiped her hand against a dead soldier's coat.
"How long does that buy us?"
"It gives us a few minutes at least, depending on who they send out."
Dimitri had already reached the fuel line.
The Nosferatu soldiers around him tried to form a firing line, but Nagisa's black foxfire rolled across the wet ground in a thin veil. Their eyes lost focus. One soldier shouted at an empty corner and fired three rounds into stacked crates. Another swung his rifle toward his own shadow.
Nagisa walked between them with a soft smile.
"Wrong way, baby."
