Ours is the Fury;; Shae&Michael

Shae grinned a bit before pulling the sidearm out of the holster at her hip. “Good thinking, partner.”

Ica led the group, taking them through the heavy alloy doors and into the central room. One fan struggled to oscillate, sputtering and stuttering with every revolution. Its counterpart seemed to be picking up the slack, spinning twice as fast as it should. The whirring sound it made was definitely not a good sign.

“We’ll have to shut them both down to get access to the other one,” Ica said. “Unless one of you wants to volunteer an arm to get whatever’s stuck in there pried free.”

Shae’s brow furrowed. “How long do we have before this district runs out of oxygen?”

“The reserve air should kick in after ten minutes but it’s not clean; just recycled.” Ica massaged the pebbly skin at the back of his neck. “With just one fan on, oxygen’s already low. We have thirty minutes tops.”

Shae instinctively took a deep breath, trying to suck in all the oxygen she possibly could. “Great.”