Metal SCREAMS.
One hinge snaps loose.
Almost there.
Inside the corridor—
another muffled sound.
Then—
gunfire.
My heart literally stops.
“HANNAH!”
I slam the door again with everything I have.
The remaining hinge groans violently.
Russ cuts harder.
“MOVE!”
The final hinge snaps.
Together we drag the damaged blast door sideways just enough to force an opening.
And I’m through before the sparks even settle.
The reactor corridor beyond looks like hell.
Red emergency lights.
Steam clouds.
Cracked concrete.
And at the far end—
Hannah.
Alive.
Thank God.
But Wu stands directly across from her holding the detonator in one hand—
and blood runs down his shoulder.
Gunshot wound.
Hannah shot him.
That’s my girl.
Wu looks toward us entering the corridor.
