Headlock was shouting for the young crewman, whilst Grace still screamed out nonsense. He shot up and out of the hold only to be thrown back a full ten feet to land in a heap on the floor by a second earth-shattering explosion.
“Grace!” Headlock barked. Then, “Grace, get a hold of yourself.” Headlock spoke her name in so steady a mode, she calmed instantly.
“Yes.”
“I need you to climb into the crate.” Headlock indicated to the last and most intact that he and Crewman Johnson had opened. “No arguments just do it. I’ll be right behind you,” he added, as the bloodied form of the young crewman stumbled into the hold and crashed to the floor at Headlock’s feet.
“It’s chaos, sir, utter chaos,” his weak voice barely audible.
Headlock smiled a warm reassurance to the young man despite the lur
