Thomas exhaled, looking around the ruined refinery. The air still carried the bitter stench of burning flesh and oil, and the heat from the inferno below made the metal catwalks uncomfortably warm underfoot. But the job was done. The infection hive was gone, Sector 4 was cleared, and the refinery was now theirs.
But holding it was another matter entirely.
They had secured the site, but it was still a structural liability. There were holes in the fencing, damaged infrastructure, and too few personnel to defend it if another major threat emerged. This wasn't just about getting the fuel and leaving. If MOA Complex was going to function long-term, they needed a stable and secure refinery operation.
Which meant fortifications, personnel, and automated defenses.
Phillip wiped soot from his forehead and glanced at Thomas. "Alright, Supreme Commander. What's next?"
Thomas didn't hesitate.
"We're calling in reinforcements."