Allison stood rigid near the shattered poly-glass window. Her hands shook with violent, uncontrollable tremors. The heavy tectonic rifle rattled against her ceramic chest plating. The raw adrenaline bled out of her veins, leaving a hollow, freezing rot in her stomach. A jagged red warning burned directly into her left retina.
[Debuff: Adrenaline Collapse. Motor Functions Impaired.]
"The Sector 300 bulkheads are rated for four thousand PSI," Allison said. Her voice ran at a frantic, breathless clip. She stared directly at the small pile of white powder resting near the deep-earth lever. "We have a hairline fracture on the western seal. The saltwater will eat the structural iron in exactly seventy-two hours. If the pressure breaches the primary generators, the resulting electrical arc will vaporize Sector 200. I need to calculate the precise thermal expansion of the rebar."
Maddie stepped over a gutted wireframe console. "Drop the gun."
