Duster Six pulled him and shoved him from behind the cover. He barked orders to the rest of the platoon, and Andrus saw he was soon forgotten. “Salvage as much as you can! We’re off this ship in four minutes. Five minutes from now, there will be nothing left to save.”
Already, skirmishers were pulling the emergency cargo eject levers. Huge loading doors opened to the vacuum of space. Air and smoke plunged out. The fires suffocated and died. Blood and condensed water turned to frost. As levers were pulled, the massive crates of food supplies sprung out through the cargo doors into space.
Four minutes, Andrus thought. He’d have to make that enough time. He backed away from Duster Six and the rest of the platoon until he was in the shadows. Then he turned and ran.
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