The heavy electric hum of the mag-rail transit train announced the arrival of Vanguard reinforcements twenty minutes after the chemical purge was stopped.
The six-car armored train glided smoothly into the underground freight spur of Factory Gamma, its doors hissing open to reveal a full calm distance of forty Vanguard soldiers, twelve combat orderlies, and six work flatbeds loaded with medical crates, sterile straw bales, and emergency field rations.
Dr. Morrigan Calder right away took command of the assembly floor, organizing the orderlies with sharp, military smooth speed.
“Establish four razor-sharp bays along the western overhead frame!” Morrigan directed, her visor flashing readouts as she coordinated the team. “Connect the nonstop potion-made perfusion lines from Arthur’s Universal Stabilizer to all four hundred and twelve vats. Orderlies three and four, set up the recovery fleece in Corral Six for the young lynxes. No animal is left unattended!”
Toby Mallow stepped off the train’s locomotive. He carried two heavy crates of armor-piercing ammunition and fresh gas canisters for Arthur’s Mag-Carbine. “Arthur! The upper levels are fully locked down. Factory Alpha and Beta are running as secure recovery zones. Our outer edge scouts report zero cult activity between here and the dirigible landing zones outside.”
