AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Then he saw the face behind the gun. Drake. Drake had gone after Orc with his tentacle and whipped him. It hadn’t hurt much, but Orc still hadn’t liked it. Drake had been trying to kill him.
Orc didn’t like Drake. That didn’t mean he liked Dekka. But Sam did, and Sam had been fair with Orc. Sam had gotten him
beer.
Orc wished he had a beer right now.
Save Dekka, and Sam would probably reward Orc. Saving Dekka—that had to be worth at least a case. Maybe something from a foreign country. Orc hadn’t tried any of that beer yet.
Drake was a hundred yards away. Dekka was half that distance. A motorcycle was parked just five feet away.
Orc grabbed the motorcycle. He held the front wheel in one hand, the handlebars in the other. He twisted hard and the wheel came off easily.
“Someone’s shooting!” one of Drake’s soldiers yelled, rushing in.
“Yeah, guess who?” Diana said.
“Too soon,” Caine snarled. “I told him to wait. Jack. Do it.”
“I don’t want to rush and—”
Caine raised both hands, lifted Jack up in the air, and threw him into the instrument panel.
“Now!” Caine yelled.
They were out of the control room, at a separate monitor that showed the inside of the reactor itself.
Jack punched a sequence of numbers into a keypad.
The electromagnets switched off.
The cadmium control rods plunged like daggers.
It was all silent on the black-and-white monitor. But the effect was immediate. The vibration of the turbines, the steady hum that had been part of the background, suddenly dropped in pitch.
Lights flickered. The monitor picture wobbled then stabilized.
“Is it safe to go in?” Caine demanded.
“Sure, what could be dangerous about a nuclear—”
“Shut up!” Caine shouted. “Open it up, Jack.”
Jack obeyed.
They stepped into a vast room that seemed to be made almost entirely of stainless steel. Stainless-steel floor. Stainless-steel catwalks. Cranes. Caine had the impression of a gigantic restaurant kitchen.
What wasn’t stainless steel was safety yellow. Safety railings. The risers on steps. Signs in yellow and black warning of what surely no one who had made it here needed to be reminded of: radiation hazard.
The dome overhead was like something out of a cathedral. But there were no frescoes decorating the painted concrete.
Caine felt abashed by the scale of the place.
At the center of it all, a circular pit, like some ghastly blue-glowing swimming pool. Not that any sane person would ever be tempted to jump in.
A catwalk went all the way around. And a robotic crane hovered over it. Down there, below, in the sinister depths, were the fuel rods. Each filled with gray pellets that looked like nothing much. Stubby gray cylinders of what might as easily be lead.
A massive forklift held a steel barrel in midair, poised. Right where the driver left it when he poofed.
