Earth Unaware (First Formic War)

get air in there immediately.”
    “How?”
    Behind Father, running parallel along the corridor wall, were a series of pipes. Victor moved to them, identifying them by their shape and type. Fresh water. Sewer water. Electrical. Air. The air pipe disappeared through the wall near the hatch. Victor knew there would be a valve on the wall on the other side. As soon as the corridor decompressed, the emergency system would have sealed the valve automatically so that no air from the room escaped through the severed pipe in the corridor.
    “If we can get someone inside to open the air valve,” said Victor, “we can attach one of our lifelines to the pipe and feed them fresh air.”
    “Disconnect someone’s line?” said Father.
    “Either that or they die,” said Victor. “I’ve been watching Chepe’s vid as we were cutting. There’s no reaching them any other way.”
    “He’s right,” said Bahzím. “If you don’t get air to them here, they die. I’m not too keen on cutting someone’s line, though.”
    “If you got a better idea, let’s hear it,” said Victor.
    “I don’t,” said Bahzím.
    Victor looked at Father. “Decision time.”
    Father hesitated. “All right. But we use my line.”
    Toron was at the hatch window, looking through.
    “Move over, Toron,” Victor pushed him aside and looked through the window. “There. Across the room. On the right side. There’s another valve. That means there’s another air pipe over there. We need to flood this room. Two lines pumping in a hundred times what the lines are feeding us now. Take Nando and see if you can find the pipe that feeds to that valve. Leave the light board. Toron and I will do this pipe.”
    Father looked through the window of the hatch, spotting the valve, judging where the corresponding pipe would be on the other side of the wreckage. He turned back to Victor. “I don’t like this.”
    “Me neither. But we don’t have time to discuss it, do we?”
    Father sighed. “Be careful.”
    Father went. Nando followed. Victor looked at Toron and handed him a wrench from his tool belt. “Bang on the hatch. Get someone’s attention. They need to open that valve.”
    Toron began banging on the hatch. Victor took the saw, fired it up, and cut easily through the pipe. Then he killed the saw, set it aside, and used another tool to pry the pipe that led to the room away from the wall.
    “He’s coming back,” said Toron. “The guy from before. He’s back. But he looks half asleep.”
    “Anoxia. Lack of oxygen. Mental confusion. Impaired thinking. Write on the board. Tell him he needs to open the valve. Keep knocking so he stays with us.”
    “I can’t knock and write at the same time.”
    Victor took the wrench and banged. Toron wrote then held up the sign. “Open the valve,” Toron said.
    The man inside read the sign and furrowed his brow.
    “He doesn’t understand,” said Toron.
    “Point to it,” said Victor. “Show him where the valve is.”
    “I can’t see it,” said Toron.
    “It’s probably to the right of the door. Our right. His left. Flush against the wall.”
    “There,” said Toron, pointing. “Look there. That valve, can you see it?”
    The man’s eyes followed Toron’s finger, but then he blinked and wavered, confused, as if the last string of understanding had been cut. He tried to look but his eyes wouldn’t focus. He was drifting, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.
    Toron banged on the hatch with his fist. “Open the damn valve!”
    The man shook his head, getting his bearings, and blinked again. Then he came to himself, as if a switch had flicked on in his mind, and he saw the valve. Comprehension registered on his face. He reached for something out of sight. “He’s going for it,” said Toron.
    “Put your hand over the end of this pipe,” said Victor. “So that none of their air escapes if he opens the valve before we’re ready.”
    Toron pressed his hand against the pipe’s end.
    “Bahzím,” said Victor. “As soon as Toron tells you to, increase my lifeline air supply to maximum, as much oxygen as you can pump in.”
    “We’re ready,” said Bahzím. “But you realize you’re cutting off your own air.”
    Victor grabbed the saw and fired up the blade. “I’ll be fine. I’ve done this before.” Which was only partially true. He had lost power to his line when the corporates attacked, but he had never lost his line entirely. No one had. No one that lived to tell about it