He paused. The acoustics in Corridor 20 were deceptive. His voice didn't echo; it was swallowed by the walls. He looked up. The canisters weren't scattered randomly. They were in the center of the hallway, arranged in a perfect spiral pattern. It was too precise for a crash.
require 'enumerable'
Kael adjusted his enviro-suit, the neoprene sealing tight against his neck, creating an uncomfortable pressure that felt like a struggling against a sudden intake of air. He hated this suit. He hated this station. But mostly, he hated the silence of Sector 4. glebokiegardlogrubyfiutgrupowanakorytarzu20 top