“Six seconds left on the clock!” Lin Mei shrieked, clutching her digital stopwatch.
“We’re dropping at thirty miles an hour!” Mac Cole roared, fighting the vibration in the steering wheel.
“The air is pressurized like a piston!” Julian Vance shouted from the step-well.
“Sparks coming through the ceiling mesh!” Harlan Reed yelled, shielding his face.
The g-forces shoved forty tons of transit coach downward with crushing violence.
Inside Clara’s wheelchair bay, the steel floor bolts groaned. The frame of Clara’s mobile ICU isolette leaned hard to the right, its nylon ratchet straps vibrating like plucked bass strings.
“The straps are stretching!” Elena Rostova screamed.
“Get on the frame, Elena!” Julian Vance yelled from the cab doorway.
