Suddenly, a mortar round struck fifty meters away. The ground shook, and the HQ Pack let out a painful screech. The projection died. The map vanished. The red dots disappeared.
He popped the manual release. A wave of blistering heat hit his face. He ripped off his gauntlet, exposing his bare hand, and shoved his arm into the machinery. He grabbed the scalding lever and held it down, forcing the coolant to circulate manually. hq pack
"Take it down!" Miller ordered.