Different.
Gabriel freezes.
“Oh no.”
“What?” I snap.
His face drains completely white.
“The lower chamber is sealing.”
No.
NO.
The reactor containment doors begin closing around the lower core chamber beneath us.
Automatic lockdown.
Once sealed—
nothing gets back out.
“Hannah RUN!” I roar into the comm.
Below us—
through steam and reactor light—
I finally see her climbing toward the ladder.
Fast as she can.
But the containment doors are closing faster.
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Hannah
The containment alarms are deafening now.
Red emergency lights flash across the reactor chamber while steel blast doors descend around the core one brutal inch at a time.
Too fast.
Way too fast.
I force myself up the ladder through heat and steam, every muscle screaming in pain.
My hands are burned.
My lungs feel shredded.
My vision keeps blurring from the reactor light.
But above me—
I hear Clay shouting my name.
