I… can’t… move… Kieran projects, his mental voice strained to the breaking point.
You don’t have to move! I command, my mind locking onto the architectural schematics of Sub-Level 3. You just have to shoot the coolant pipe above its head! The liquid nitrogen will freeze the thermal exhaust! It will force the drive to vent backward, disrupting the magnetic seal!
Kieran’s amber eyes flash. He doesn't try to stand. He doesn't try to fight the crushing gravity. He simply raises his combat pistol with his trembling, bloodied hand, aims at the ceiling directly above the Commander, and fires.
The bullet sparks against the metal pipe. Once. Twice.
The pipe ruptures.
A massive geyser of liquid nitrogen, supercooled to minus three hundred degrees, erupts from the ceiling, cascading directly dow
