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The corridor shook. Lights flickered as a second shockwave rocked Austin’s feet. He kicked through icy water, thinking of the thousands of feet between Atlantis and the ocean’s surface. These walls better hold.
Explosions rumbled, this time closer than before. He grabbed the handrail for balance. Sparks showered onto him, fizzling out when they hit the water. He kept making his way toward the civilian hangar, his legs growing numb from the cold. He hoped Nubern—and the Tridents—would still be there.
Water fell from the ceiling, streams striking his face like ice chips. The Tyral Pirates had destroyed the main hangar in their first move and tried to take out Command. If the recent explosions had come from the civilian hangar, Austin could be rushing to his death.
He pressed the heads
