Chapter Forty-Nine
Sophia leveled her P90 at the bottleneck. Fire extinguisher smoke poured out, obscuring everything. She waited, hoping the intruder was one of her own.
The blast door behind her was still closed.
Hang on a minute. What if Denton had reprogrammed the blast doors to avoid the glitch? If he had, the doors wouldn’t retract at all when the emergency power was cut. She’d have to wait until the reactor was offline. And by then it would be too late.
She checked her watch: 00:57.
Less than a minute before Denton would be ready to inject. And after that, only fourteen minutes before the missile was due to hit.
Benito shifted nervously beside her, cradling the Browning pistol in both hands.
‘Move away from me,’ Sophia said. ‘Just in case.’
From the smoke, two silhouettes em
