“Yes.”
Then he calmly reaches into his pocket—
and pulls out a detonator.
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Clay
“He has a detonator,” Hannah shouts.
Detonator.
That psychopath has a detonator.
My vision tunnels red instantly.
“HANNAH!”
I slam both hands against the blast door hard enough pain shoots through my shoulders.
Doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters except getting to her.
Gabriel works frantically at the emergency override panel.
“I can’t break the lock!”
Russ grabs the welding torch from an emergency maintenance station nearby.
“Then melt the damn hinges.”
Finally.
A language I understand.
The reactor warning alarms are screaming nonstop now.
Steam erupts from ruptured ceiling pipes.
The bunker is shaking harder every few seconds.
We’re running out of time.
And Wu’s standing in there alone with Hannah holding a dead man’s switch.
No.
Absolutely not.
Russ cuts into the blast door hinges with violent bursts of white-hot sparks while Gabriel shouts reactor updates over the alarms.
“Core temperature critical!”
“Containment failing!”
I barely hear him.
