If you’ve just joined in, start at the beginning here. “We’re 25 metres from the surface,” Werner said as he strapped into his chair to keep from floating away from the controls. The rookie pilot wiped copious amounts of sweat from his brow. The beads of perspiration floated away from his head and through the air. They’d soon be everywhere, like old-fashioned mines at sea, lurking in the shadows ready to attach themselves to anyone. Lucas shuddered at the thought.
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