The Unspoken Accord
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“The electromagnetic pulse will fry every solid-state circuit in this room. It will kill the control box, the pumps, everything.”
“The blast?” William asked, his arm around Mimi.
“Contained,” Strom said, his fingers working swiftly on the charge. “But lethal at this range. The fireball will be small but extremely hot. Your only chance is to get behind the densest bank of servers, use them as a shield. The racks themselves might channel the blast and heat away.” He finished his work and looked at them, his blue eyes ice-cold and resolute. “Go. Now. I will set the timer and follow.”