The heavy steel doors shrieked as thermal lasers sliced through the reinforced iron. Sparks cascaded like golden rain into the dim basement, illuminating the terrified faces of the Ghost Cells. Sarah didn't look at the doors. She watched the screen of the analog device, where Elian’s warning pulsed like a frantic SOS.
Run. Where, Elian? The entire sector is locked down, the Scrapper yelled, abandoning his copper coils to scramble for a heavy wrench.
Sarah shoved the transmitter into her pack and grabbed a coil of insulated cable. She didn't look for an exit. She looked for a flaw. The power plant was an ancient structure, built on a foundation of subterranean steam tunnels that predated the digital grid.
Follow me! We are not going outside. We are going down.
She kicked open a service
