A Chance To Survive

Elena stared up at him with her chest was heaving. 

A lock of honey-blonde hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead and for one second, the memory of him diving out of a third-floor window into open vacuum just to catch her wrist flashed across her eyes.

…Then she shoved his hand off her arm and lifted her chin with a sharp shaky glare.

"Get your hands off me, you bossy brute!"

But she was already turning toward the ladder.

"If I let a common mechanic like you touch an S-Rank railgun, you'd wire it backwards and blow the roof off! Open the hatch, and stay on my channel so you can work the lift when I call the pins!"

"Jin-Ah, Sensei, bridge with me! Now!" Leo ordered, boosting Elena up into the narrow crawlspace. 

Then he turned to the other three. 

"Harper, Chloe, Camila. You hold the cargo bay. If anything chews through before that gun goes live, keep it off the main power line with whatever you've got."

"Count on it, Cap."