“Do not remove your hands from those keys!” Dr. Victor Corvo commanded, his voice cutting through the hiss of pressurized air.
“I ain’t letting go, Doc!” Mac Cole shouted, his knuckles locked white over Key B.
“Neither am I,” Julian said, steadying his stance.
“Hold the line, boys!” Mac bellowed.
“Interlock warning active on the panel faceplate,” Julian Vance said, his right hand clamped tight around Key A.
“What’s the readout saying, Julian?” Corvo asked, stepping between the young clerk and the open catwalk.
“Mechanical interlock statute is engaged,” Julian replied, his voice completely level despite the thunder of the riser pipe.
“Read the exact wording, Mr. Vance,” Corvo said, keeping his eyes on the catwalk.
