Adrian's breath came in ragged gasps as he skidded to a halt in front of the sealed door. Time was an enemy in itself, relentlessly ticking away, each second a hammer blow against his resolve. The base groaned under the strain of its own destruction, the air thick with the acrid stench of burning metal and scorched dreams.
"Come on, come on," Adrian muttered under his breath, his voice a desperate whisper against the chaos. The control panel beside the door was a fractured mess, wires sparking like wild fireflies in the gloom. His fingers danced over the keypad, each press a silent plea for salvation. The door remained stubbornly shut, its silence mocking his struggle.
A flicker of doubt pierced through the haze of urgency. Adrian’s mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic storm. “What if I can’t do it?” The question echoed through his mind, a dark cloud hanging over his efforts. But he could not afford to falter. The enemy’s last words, a venom
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