“What are they doing?” Malcolm asked
"They are packing the exterior vents with explosives."
Kira recognized the distinct scraping sound vibrating through the hull of the Leviathan. She pulled the thin thermal emergency blanket tight around her shivering shoulders. Her military training instantly categorized the threat matrix. The demolition teams were using metal trowels to smear chemical paste into every vulnerable seam of the fortress.
"They are not trying to blow the door open," Kira realized. "They are applying thermite. They are trying to turn this cabin into a blast furnace."
Malcolm stood in the center of the command center. He listened to the preparation occurring just inches away on the other side of the frozen metal. The temperature inside the room hovered near absolute zero.
