A second, much larger blast caused a complete power outage. Panicked messages came over the Scholae fingercomm unit that Heather’s father gave her. The NYC Submerged command center was taking on water. Beams of light from the team’s rifles lit up the walls. Heather could hear Commander Cole requesting a situation report.
“Dad, what’s going on?” Her father removed his helmet and fastened it to Heather’s head. It was a few sizes too large and almost blocked her vision. “Lucius’s agents planted explosives. They’ve probably been lying dormant here for months.” The light on the helmet partly illuminated his face, but it was enough to see his tight jaw through the shadows. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you come along. Watch your back, twinkle toes,” he said, patting her on the back before he too
