Page 277 of Scars of Fate

“Do you have an option that doesn’t include could?”

“No.”

“Of course not.”

Twenty seconds.

Hawk tore two wires free.

Sparks exploded from the control panel.

The temperature displays went black.

The containment door stopped.

It remained open less than two inches.

Cold vapor continued leaking around the intact inner seal.

“Did it work?” Adam asked.

Hawk stared at the dark screen.

“I don’t know.”

Ten seconds.

Nine.

Eight.

The clock continued counting down on its independent battery.

Seven.

Six.

I held Wynn beneath me.

Her fingers locked around my vest.

Five.

Four.

Three.

I covered her head.

Two.

One.

The clock reached zero.

Nothing happened.

No fans.