They left the side corridor at Tank's instruction and did not look back.
"We move," Tank said. "Keep moving. Make it hard to pin us down."
He said it with the flat certainty of someone who had run the available options against the available facts and arrived at the only viable output. The side corridor had been a position.
Positions required the enemy to come to you through a defined approach, and that logic held against enemies that used defined approaches.
The Harvester had come through the wall. It had come through the floor. It had demonstrated, in the side corridor and in the convergence chamber before that, that walls and corridors and carefully considered defensive geometry were not categories of obstacle it engaged with in any meaningful sense. A position was useful if the enemy had to respect the position. The Harvester did not respect positions. The Harvester did not respect solid matter as a general principle.
So they moved.
