He could hear the rumble of an approaching train. Shadows grew up the walls from its headlight. That gave Franks an idea, but he would need to time it just right. Drawing his pistol, he walked through the hole created by the ogre and began firing at the soldiers caught in the open. Some went down while others moved to cover.

The ogre was getting up. Franks saw a length of chain on the ground, probably hurled from the busted gate. Running forward, he fired until slide lock and dropped the Glock. Not slowing, he bent down and snatched up the chain. Taking an end in each hand, he reached the lumbering ogre while it still had its back turned, threw the chain over its massive head, and yanked back with all his might.

The ogre thrashed as Franks choked the hell out of it.

But he didn’t want to kill it. Not yet. First he needed a gigantic meat shield.

Franks stepped on the back of the ogre’s knee while he hauled on the chain, forcing it around, steering the beast until it was between him and the shooters.

“Hold your fire!” shouted a woman. Either she understood that within three seconds Franks was going to be standing in front of a bunch of civilians or she didn’t want to hurt their ogre. “Hold your fire!”

But some of the STFU operatives didn’t listen to her and started shooting anyway. Bullets hissed around Franks, but most of them slammed into the struggling beast in front of him. He glanced back. The train was almost there. Franks dragged the struggling ogre back toward the edge of the platform. Ogre strength didn’t mean much when you couldn’t breathe and a bunch of assholes were shooting you. There was a rush of air as the train blasted past. Franks noticed a lot of surprised commuters looking through the windows at the ogre, but the MCB’s mission of secrecy wasn’t his current problem. He was busy doing the math. The train was moving approximately forty miles an hour. Even with superhuman reaction times, this would be tight.

Most of the STFU soldiers quit firing when their backstop turned into a tube filled with innocent bystanders, but not all. Bullets struck the train car. Windows puckered and broke. The small, dark-haired woman bashed a shooter over the head with a brick and that got the message through.

But Franks had already let go of the chain and hurled himself against the side of the speeding subway train.

He caught the damaged window with his shoulder and smashed through.

The train was going very fast. Franks had no forward momentum to match.

Physics was an unforgiving bitch.

Franks slammed through the interior. Aluminum poles broke. Sheet metal bent as his body struck the back wall. The impact hurt so much that it even registered on the Franks scale.