Dain Kester’s hand slipped out of the gap before Eli could reach it.
“Dain?”
“Here.” The voice was weaker than before. “The slab moved.”
Eli could see only the edge of Dain’s sleeve and the dark bag beside him. The barrier had fallen across the corridor, and a section of wall leaned against it. Pulling the broken panel away might shift the load onto the person trapped beyond it.
Keir pressed his radio. The station answered with static, then a voice asking them to repeat the corridor label. He did. The voice said a response team was being directed toward the junction but could not give an arrival time.
“We need a support frame,” Keir told Eli. “I can’t judge the load from this side.”
“I can look for a weakness.”
“Can you do it without moving anything?”
