You’re slumped against a steel support beam, your suit’s systems flickering and dead. The comms unit in your gauntlet is the only thing with a shred of power left. The coordinates on the screen place you twenty miles outside the city. No extraction. No backup.

Your vision swims. The pain is a deep, insistent throb in your side where the shrapnel is still buried. You fumble with the gauntlet’s interface, fingers slick and clumsy.