The Bride In The Wrong Wedding
She raised the heavy combat knife, squinting through the gloom until she spotted it: a thick, reinforced red industrial hose pulsing with immense pressure.
She reached up, wrapping her bloody, trembling hands around the hilt of the knife, and positioned the serrated edge against the thick rubber casing.
"One minute to destination. Initiating docking sequence."
"Hold on!" Isabella screamed.
She drove all her weight backward, sawing viciously into the pressurized hose. For a second, the reinforced rubber held. Then, with a catastrophic, deafening *hiss*, the line ruptured.
A violent geyser of hydraulic fluid exploded directly into her face, blinding her.