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[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "collide". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]
Collide - Squiddy Geiger - March 01, 2012
"It's no use, I can't budge it. And if we can't get in there, we can't stop this bastard." Andrew was shaking but kept most of the fear out of his voice. "Nothing we can do from out here."
Suddenly, his face lit up and he walked over to the emergency axe on the wall, and broke the glass. Carefully, he removed it, preventing glass from cutting him. He walked over to the conduit along the wall, along the top, and swung the axe. It collided with a glancing blow and bounced off, careening wildly before he got control of it.
The others backed away, and he swung again, more carefully this time. It connected, and cut into the conduit. He swung again, and again, each one biting deeper into the large metal pipe, until finally it was breached. He swung three more times, and was rewarded with a shower of sparks, and was very happy the handle was wooden.
He surveyed the effect, and decided more was needed, so he kept swinging. More sparks and arcing as the metal head of the axe conducted the electrical power through it, leaving deposits of metal on one side, and big pits of depleted metal in the other side.
He finally stopped swinging when it was obvious there were no remaining intact cables or wires in the conduit - all had been sheared. "Mackay can't do anything without power. Stopped before he's begun." He sat on the ground, axe across his lap, and waited for the madman to come out of the control room. Nothing he could do in there, and the secondary controls in the bunker 50 miles away would take over. All was well.
"Sorry folks, no more suspense or drama here. Move along please."