Chapter Seventy

There's a bigger hole in the ceiling now and all the water from above is draining down into the mess I've made below.

The explosion knocked me back quite a bit, at least I'm sure of this by the clear ringing in my ears and the bleeding from the side of my head. Some concrete must have taken a snag at me.

Trying not to choke on the putrid running smell of the sewer and the dust of the ceiling nearly falling on my head, I get off my ass and dust off. Not that dusting off matters now.

Although, I have to wonder if I've been knocked out and for how long too because Dennis who was dealing with the Suppressors behind is now atop the newly created mound of rubble in front of me, digging.

"If you can move, come help me." He says without looking back, hauling away one sewer soaked rock after another, orb and disks swirling in the air around him.