"Shut the terminal down right now, Ethan."
Robert Drake was standing two feet behind the command chair. His voice was trembling so violently it barely sounded human. His hands were gripping the back of the leather seat with such force that his knuckles were completely white against his skin.
"I am not shutting it down, Robert," Ethan replied. His tone was perfectly flat. His fingers continued to fly across the illuminated glass interface, completely ignoring the sheer, suffocating panic radiating from the contractor.
"You heard the explosion outside!" Robert yelled, his voice echoing sharply off the reinforced concrete walls. "Marcus and those mercenaries just blew themselves to pieces trying to breach the primary seal! The structural integrity of the outer shell is completely untested
