“Wake up,” Christie whispered in Garet’s ear.
He groaned, rolling over. In his half asleep state, he didn’t register the urgency in Christie’s voice.
“Wake, up,” Christie said, punching Garet’s arm, “it’s the Alarm.”
Garet woke up fully. The Alarm shouldn’t be going off. The Alarm wouldn’t sound unless there was something very, very wrong.
Like the outer shields had been broken. Just as they had feared.
“Are we going to die?” Christie asked Garet.
He felt the steely determination settle in his stomach. Not on his watch. Not today.
“Not if I have anything to do about it,” he replied.
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First Posted in 2020.
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