Page 333 of Scars of Fate

Boone paused.

“All of them?”

“The largest.”

“Blue.”

“Water. Next?”

“Yellow.”

“Gas. Next?”

“Gray.”

“Communications conduit.”

Ghost struck something.

Metal split.

Russ muttered a curse.

“What happened?” Adam asked.

“Ghost tore open the gray conduit.”

“And?”

“There are approximately two hundred wires.”

Hawk closed his eyes.

“Wonderful.”

Boone laughed.

“He can carry an inflatable raft up a mountain, but two hundred wires upset him.”

“Find the junction box.”

Footsteps echoed through the radio.

Breathing.

Pain.

Every second passed too quickly.

03:36.

03:35.

03:34.

Captain Aras remained restrained on one of the medical stretchers.

He watched us with terror in his eyes.