“Go ahead, Peter.”
“Jules, I’ve got some kind of leak up here as well. It’s in the airlock.”
Juliette looked to Courtnee, who shrugged. “Confirm that you have smoke in the airlock,” she said.
“I don’t think it’s smoke. And it’s in the airlock you added, the new one. Wait. No … that’s strange.”
Juliette found herself pacing between Walker’s workbenches. “What’s strange? Describe what you’re seeing.” She imagined an exhaust leak, something from the main generator. They would have to shut it down, and the backup was gone. Fuck. Her worst nightmare. Courtnee frowned at her, was probably thinking the same thing. Fuck, fuck.
“Jules, the yellow door is open. I repeat, the inner airlock door is wide open. And I didn’t do it. It was locked just a bit ago.”
“What about the smoke?” Juliette asked. “Is it getting worse? Stay low and cover your face. You’ll want a wet rag or something—”
“It’s not smoke. And it’s inside the new door you welded up. That door is still shut. I’m looking through the glass right now. The smoke is all inside there. And I … I can see through the yellow door. It’s wide open. It’s … holy shit—”
Juliette felt her heart race. The tone of his voice. She couldn’t remember Peter ever uttering a cuss word in all the time she’d known him, and she’d known him through the worst of it. “Peter?”
“Jules, the outer door is open. I say again, the outer airlock door is wide open. I can see straight through the airlock and to … what looks like a ramp. I think I’m looking outside. Gods, Juliette, I’m looking straight outside—”
“I need you to get out of there,” Juliette said. “Leave everything as it is and get out. Shut the cafeteria door behind you. Seal it up with something. Tape or caulk or something from the kitchen. Do you read?”
“Yes. Yes.” His voice was labored. Juliette recalled Lukas telling her something bad was about to happen. She looked to Walker, who still had the new portable in his hand. She needed the old portable. She shouldn’t have let him modify the thing. “I need you to raise Luke,” she said.
Walker shrugged helplessly. “I’m trying,” he said.
“Jules, this is Peter again. I’ve got traffic heading my way up the stairs. I can hear them. Sounds like half the silo. I don’t know why they’re heading this way.”
Juliette thought of what Hank had said about hearing traffic on the stairwell. If there was a fire, everyone was supposed to man a hose or get to a safe level and wait for assistance. Why would people be running up?
“Peter, don’t let them near the office. Keep them away from the airlock. Don’t let them through.”
Her mind whirled. What would she do if she were up there? Have to get in there with a suit on and shut those doors. But that would mean opening the new airlock door. The new airlock door! It shouldn’t be there. Forget the sign of smoke, the outside air was now attached to the silo. The outside air—
“Peter?”
“Jules— I … I can’t stay here. Everyone’s acting crazy. They’re in the office, Jules. I … I don’t want to shoot anyone— I can’t.”
“Listen to me. The vapor. It’s the argon, isn’t it?”
“It … maybe. Yeah. It looked like that. I only saw it fill the airlock the once, when you went out. But yeah—”
Juliette felt her heart sink, her head spin. Her boots no longer touched the floor as she hovered, empty inside, numb and half-deaf. The gas. The poison. The seal missing from the sample canister. That fucker in Silo 1 and his threats. He’d done it. He was killing them all. A thousand useless plans and schemes flitted through Juliette’s mind, all of them hopeless and too late. Far too late.
“Jules?”
She squeezed the mic to answer Peter, and then realized the voice was coming from Walker’s hands. It was coming from the portable radio.
“Lukas,” she gasped. Her vision blurred as she reached for the other radio.
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“Jules? Goddammit. My volume was down. Can you hear me?”
“I hear you, Lukas. What the hell is going on?”
“Shit. Shit.”
Juliette heard clangs and bangs.
“I’m okay. I’m okay. Shit. Is that blood? Okay, gotta get to the pantry. Are you still with me?”
Juliette realized she wasn’t breathing. “Are you talking to me? What blood?”
“Yeah, I’m talking to you. Fell down the ladder. Sims is dead. They’re doing it. They’re shutting us down. My stupid nose. I’m going in the pantry—” The feed turned into static.
“Lukas? Lukas!” She turned to Walker and Courtnee, both watching with wide and wet eyes.