Chapter 7 - THE ROOF ACCESS BREACHUp on the forty-fifth floor, the heavy steel fire-exit door leading to the roof suddenly groaned and buckled inward.
BOOM!
A shaped charge blew the hinges clean off the frame, sending heavy steel crashing onto the hardwood floor. Through the billowing cloud of grey smoke, four heavy assault operatives stepped into the penthouse—not wearing standard tactical black, but outfitted in full-threat-level Exo-Armor with integrated HUD helmets and heavy-caliber automatic shotguns.
“Target sighted!” a synthesized voice boomed from the lead operator's helmet speaker.
Victor raised his MPX, sending a burst of armor-piercing rounds directly into the lead operator's chest plate. The bullets sparked harmlessly off the advanced kinetic alloy. The operator didn't even flinch, raising his shotgun to return fire.
“Get down!” Marcus roared, tackling Victor behind a heavy granite kitchen island just as a storm of buckshot chewed the marble countertops into a blizzard of white dust and stone shrapnel.
“Standard small arms won’t pierce that exoskeleton,” Victor said, wiping stone dust from his cheek, his mind racing. “We need armor-piercing ordinance or a structural collapse.”
Before Marcus could answer, Titan bolted from the shadows.
Instead of attacking the front of the heavily armored operatives, the Malinois sprinted across the living room, leaped onto a velvet sofa, bounced off the backrest, and launched himself vertically toward the exposed structural steel beams running along the high ceiling.
The operators tracked him with their weapon sights, but Titan was too fast, scrambling along the rafters like a mountain cat.
“What is that damn dog doing?” the lead operator muttered, pivoting his shotgun upward.
Titan didn't attack the men. He targeted the exposed high-voltage electrical conduit running along the ceiling mains directly above the enemy squad—a vulnerability he had memorized from the building's architectural schematics or recognized through raw tactical instinct.
With one powerful bite, Titan’s massive jaws clamped down on the thick rubber insulation of the high-voltage main line, ripping it violently away from the copper junction while his paws kicked against the live wires.
ZAP! KABOOM!
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A blinding flash of electric blue plasma arced across the ceiling. A massive surge of five hundred volts short-circuited the automated Exo-Armor systems of all four operatives simultaneously. Their suits locked up instantly, freezing their joints and blinding their HUD helmets with cascading error codes.
The four heavily armored soldiers dropped to the floor like dead trees, paralyzed by their own advanced technology.
