It landed with a dull gong—all sound and no results. “Come on, Cale. Push yourself.” The second kick rang out in reverberating waves along the duct walls, but the vent only rattled in place. “You have to hit harder; they’re coming.” Kick. A faint plume of plaster signaled progress. Kick. “Cale, people are dying and we’re next!” KICK. The grate skidded across the floor and lodged into the wall like a ninja star.
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