CHAPTER 12 The Devil had come home to Tartarus. Seventy-five yards from the Vault’s partially-submerged entrance, Natalya Dragunova watched with disbelieving eyes as the Octopus giganteus continued its frenzied assault. The sounds of straining metal and the shrill cry of claxons repeatedly rent the air, and she grimaced and clamped her hands over her ears. All […]