The explosion threw Stone against the wall. His head cracked against concrete, and white light exploded behind his eyes. He tasted blood, felt the world tilt, and then everything went dark.
He woke to silence.
His body screamed with pain. His ribs were cracked, his shoulder dislocated, his skull pounding with a headache that threatened to split him open. He was lying on the ground, covered in dust and debris. The facility had collapsed around him, burying the control room under tons of rock and steel.
He tried to move, and a wave of agony washed over him. His right arm hung useless at his side, the shoulder swollen and deformed. He forced himself to sit up, his vision swimming.
"Wrench?" he called out, his voice hoarse. "Elena?"
Silence.
He crawled through the wreckage, his good arm
