“Any sign of activity from inside?” Daphne asked.
“Nothing at all,” Dale said.
“She’s deader than a doornail,” Senior Chief Sam Bunker said. “Without power, they’ve got to be running low on life support.”
“They gotta know we’re out here, all the racket we’ve been making. You want us to blow the hatch?” Petty Officer Raptor asked.
“No,” Daphne said. “If they’re not in their spacesuits, that would kill them. We want at least one of them alive.”
At that moment, a hatch blew open, nearly knocking Dale away from the craft. Without any direction, using their TBH boots, the SEALS positioned themselves around the open hatch in a loose hemisphere, weapons drawn. A bright flash briefly illuminated the interior.
“I’m hit!” one of the SEALs inline with the hatch shouted as a black hole appeared
