"We don't have to," Miller said, looking at the Collector. "Jax, overclock the intake. We’re going to give them a heart attack." Jax hesitated. "Cap, the unit will blow." "Just do it."
Miller looked out the window as the lights of the Medical District flickered, then held steady.
A Wraith lunged from a transformer box, looking like a jagged tear in reality. It hissed, a sound like grinding metal, and lunged for Jax. "Collectors out!" Miller commanded. Rescue_Team_12_Power_Eaters_Collectors_Edition-...
"Good job, 12," he said, wiping soot from his brow. "Let’s go home before someone notices we broke the most expensive piece of equipment in the sector."
"One down," Jax grunted, watching the battery meter on the unit jump from red to amber. "But the main hive is at the Central Hub. They’re eating the core." "We don't have to," Miller said, looking at the Collector
They sprinted toward the Hub, the air growing colder as the Wraiths bled the heat from the environment. At the center of the room, a massive cluster of the creatures swarmed the reactor, their bodies glowing with a sickening, stolen radiance. "We can't take them all at once," Sarah whispered.
A shockwave of pure, white light exploded outward. When the dust settled, the Wraiths were gone, vanished back into the void. The Collector lay in a heap of melted slag, but the reactor behind it hummed back to life. "Cap, the unit will blow
As the Wraiths turned to face the intruders, Jax flipped the safety and cranked the dial to the red zone. The Collector began to vibrate violently, emitting a high-pitched whine that shattered the nearby glass. Instead of pulling energy in, Miller signaled Sarah to fire her pulse-rifle directly into the machine’s intake.