Thirty-Eight
When the first warning went off in the rec hall, it was just a small alarm, barely more than a buzzing. But it got Daman’s attention.
He looked up. Murdoch muttered something and tapped at the terminal by the servery.
Piran had patched Ryann into the system, so she knew what they’d see—the emergency hatch in the hub’s roof releasing.
Daman looked at the door to the stairwell. “Two of you,” he shouted across the rec hall, “I want that door blocked!”
There was a moment of hesitation—just as they’d planned—before Daman shouted again. Shrugging, Farrell and Merna left the group and started moving tables and chairs closer to the door.
“You sure this thing’s sealed?” Farrell said, ostensibly across to Ryann.
“Piran, you want to check?” Of course, he was in the system to
