"MARIA G.D. HILL!! What the BLOODY FUCK was that about!???"
Maria huffed out a breath and looked back, past the spinning blades of death, to her friend left behind in the next compartment over. She’d made the short journey, against all the odds and her own expectations, and the rescue of the stupid ship could go on.
“Cut off switch is over here,” she said matter-of-factly. “One of us had to go press it. Plus, if I died there’s no one I would rather have to yell at the sons of bitches in Engineering for designing it this way than you.”
She reached over and pressed the damn button, which was not only red, but really big. The alarms sounding throughout the Helicarrier choked off, and there was silence. The mobile base was going to survive underwater mode after all, and the icy water of the North Atlantic was not going to come flooding in.
“Now, the only question is can I do that twice…” She’d just realized there was no escape on this side; she would have to go back to get out.