Ours is the Fury;; Shae&Michael

Ica nodded once and gestured in front of him. “Let’s go.”

After shutting down the fans, Hadys holstered his weapon briefly to lean over the broken fan. He reached one long, thin arm down between the giant blades and yanked out a misshapen piece of metal alloy. “Here’s the problem,” he grumbled, tossing the scrap aside. “Should be fine now.”

Shae heard a series of metallic clanks behind her. She whipped around, pistol at the ready. She raised a silent finger. “Shh.”

Ica drew his own weapon slowly. “What is it?”

“I heard something.”