I looked Tabitha straight in the eyes, “You keep them back, I’ll prepare things in here.”
She turned and started returning fire. Her muscles bulged as the heavy weapon went back and forth in her arms.
“Hurry,” she yelled. There are too many.
Sown into the inside of my jacket was the critical device. I took a blade from my side pocket and cut it out. It was a long wire with a circuit connector on each end. I put one side on the mechanical device and the other on the cylindrical device.
A few seconds later, it flashes yellow.
They have to keep it connected for another two minutes for the reaction to become self-sustaining.
I watch in horror as Tabitha falls to the ground, a line of blood coming from her shoulder.
Immediately, I take up her position and return fire. The bodies of dead troops lie on the floor.
“Are you okay, Tabitha?” I shout over the din of my fire.
She gingerly gets back to her feet. “Yes, I’ll live.”
I glanced back at the wire. It flashed purple.
We need to get the hell out of here.
“Are you able to run?”
“Yes, I think so!”
“Okay, on the count of three. One, two..”
I step out into the hall. “Three.”
Tabitha runs. Then I turn and do likewise.
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