Saturday, April 3
Righteous Triad Fists: Part 7 – …and Hand Grenades
Jim-Bean and Hammer were dressed in pressure suits, which were sturdier than the diving suits. The Horseshoe had largely depressurized. Water streamed everywhere. They moved past dead bodies floating face up in cramped corridors.
Hammer's cistron was hooked into the HUD in his suit. "According to the deck plans, this is the entrance to the reactor." They both grabbed hold of the huge wheel on the door. Nuclear warning signs were plastered everywhere in bright yellow.
It wouldn't budge.
"The pressure from outside must be too great," said Hammer. "We'll have to blow it."
"We don't have enough explosives to blow it!" shouted Jim-Bean. He was always shouting now, because there was a roaring in his ears.
"That's the only way. We'll have to make do—look out!"
Jim-Bean turned slowly as Hammer extended one pistol and fired past him. A Deep One's head exploded. Deep Ones crept down the corridor, hopping along walls, jumping from pipe to pipe, swarming like ants down a tunnel.
Hammer raked the area with gunfire. Suddenly red warning lights began to swirl and klaxons shrieked behind him.
The Deep One corpses piled up. Hammer spared a glance over his shoulder. The outer door to the reactor had just slammed shut again.
"Jimmy! Jimmy, are you nuts? You can't survive in there!"
"Maybe not." Jim-Bean's voice betrayed no hint of concern for his plight over the comm. "But I can certainly handle it better than you can."
Hammer reloaded, fumbling with the pistols in the darkness. The suit's limited visibility and the gloved fingers made it difficult.
"Damn it, Jimmy!"
He didn't get a chance to say more. The Deep Ones, finding their courage, launched another assault. More of them plunged down the hallway. more
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posted by Michael Tresca at 7:21 AM
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