A shock wave carried on the air, from the direction of where Martin remembered the cave was. If Magnus dies, is there still any point to the slaughter of Kilo Point?
No matter, if something was up he'd know it.
With the blade strapped to his back Martin jumped up and held on to a ledge. He clambered up on the leviathan and took note of the thousand digital eyes of jack, he planned his route. He felt around the hull, looking for a weak spot. There didn't seem to be any.
The low humming of the engines reminded Martin of the ship's weakness, and his target.
He crawled along the bottom of the ship avoiding line of sight from turrets and other gun shaped things that stuck out from everywhere. Designed like a symphony of guns, written by a virtuoso madman.
He made it to the first engine and hung beside it with one arm as he pulled a pair of clipping pliers from his pocket with his other.
With some fidgeting around he made his way into the side of the machine. A thing he'd done a thousand times before. It seemed easier now, without distractions from the side of his psyche.