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/* /*]] */ d17 Fury’s Pilgrims “Autodestruct in operation at ninety minutes and counting “Goin’ to blow us all with it,” Abe shouted. “Let’s go!”
Ryan still held the blue folder he’d taken from Krysty, and he glanced down at it. “We’ve got an hour and a half. No hurry. We could get back to the gateway and make the jump in a whole lot less than that.”
The stylized black lettering on the file told him that it was the log for the previous six months. It was going to be interesting to find out about this top-secret establishment.
“Self-destruct mode operating at ninety. At eighty. At seven and seven and seventy minutes. One hour and counting. This is a practice drill. Not act drill. Not. Fifty minutes.”
“Fireblast! It’s out of control. Let’s go!”
Clutching the folder under his arm, Ryan turned on his heel and sprinted for the sec door, his friends close behind.
The alteration in the force of gravity threw their natural reflexes off kilter.
Ryan overcompensated and banged his shoulder into one of the consoles. His body slithered sideways, knocking into Dean, who took out J.B. and Mildred. Krysty might have made it, if Abe hadn’t skittered into Doc. The old man dropped his swordstick, which somehow caught between Krysty’s ankles. Her mane of hair splayed out like a dazzling burst of radiant fire as she fell toward the control panel of the sec door, clipping it with the heel of her boot.
