Sunday, September 27, 2015

100 Words a Day 706

Grumsh sprinted down the hail while the klaxon wailed overhead. The smoke and flickering lights made it hard to see, causing him to trip several times. When he arrived, the engine room looked like an anthill that someone had poured boiling water on; the crew were running helter skelter trying to repair the damage. Not seeing the Chief, he grabbed Laconia as she rushed by and asked her where he was, shouting over the noise. She pointed towards the back of the engine room before hurrying off. He went in the direction she had indicated as fast as he could.

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