My Father's Daughter: Unstoppable

low hum of the backup power units was escalating into a high-pit

e hope, the door burst o

reamed, her face

led, my voice cracking. "The b

r eyes scanning for a way to help me. Sh

push against the rack. The movement se

sher under the rack, using it as a lever. She grunted, her muscles

an inch, but it was enough. I scrambled backward, dragging my

d, grabbing my arm and p

lding. A wave of heat and force slammed the server room door shut behind us. Th

finally overwhelming me. Maya was crouched beside

ered, more to herself th

me, I was alive. And