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. Please advise."
No response. Only static. The comm was working; no one was home.
"Dam it, Sunray! Mayday! Mayday! Where the hell are you?"
The static on the line was now being drowned out by the rumble of the shuttle's hull, creaking with the stress of its accelerating descent.
I've been locked out of all of the maintenance routines on the onboard computer. The chief's voice echoed in Rowan's mind.
Sabotage. Deliberate sabotage. That was the only explanation. Someone wanted him dead.
Rowan took a deep breath. He didn't fight the instinct to panic; rather, he put panic to good use, as he'd been trained--keep calm, use the adrenal rush to aid your thought process. Unstrapping himself from the webbing, he left the cockpit and headed for the rear compartment, grabbing his backpack on the way.
"Computer, give me a time check every twenty seconds until hull degradation."
He searched for, quickly located the access panel to the maintenance computer.
"One minute forty seconds until hull degradation."
The bolts were hand-fasteners, meant to come off quickly in case of emergency--such as this. He yanked the panel free. The computer was a sealed unit, but it had a small display screen and test points, allowing access for repairs.
"One minute twenty seconds until hull degradation."
Rowan opened the backpack and dumped its contents on the deck
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