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Drake’s crew pounded down the corridors, pushing themselves as hard as they could. Drake was particularly impressed by the efforts of those with three children secured. He could hear the effort it was taking in their breathing but they refused to slow down.
Once he felt they were far enough away Drake turned to Tyndal. “Blow those bastards up!” he said.
“With pleasure!” replied Tyndal, pressing the button.
Moments later an immense explosion sounded behind them. The deck below them shook so heavily two of the crew dropped to their knees to avoid losing the children they carried.
The explosion had been much bigger than Drake had expected. He glanced over his shoulder, half expecting to see a firestorm blasting toward them, but other than a warm gust of wind there was nothing.
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