With his revolver still aimed at White, he demanded. “Get me out of here!”
White released his grip on the captain’s arm, and looked at her with an almost pleading expression, conveying, ‘please don’t go back in there’.
He turned to the brigadier. “You know the way out, just open the doors.”
The brigadier lifted back the hammer on his weapon.
“Sir!” the captain objected.
“I’ve already tried that,” he continued, “the doors won’t open!”
White gave the captain a gentle squeeze on the arm and ran over to the electronic doors. He hit the buttons several times, but the brigadier was right, they did not respond.
For a moment he thought. Then he remembered the professor’s outburst when he slammed the keyboard into the console.
White raced over to survey the devastation left behind.
To his
