"Oxygen at 21%," Alex said, leaning back in his chair. "Temperature a steady 20 degrees Celsius."
A pipe had burst in the atmospheric room. The pressure gauge on the wall was spinning wildly into the red. On Europa, a ruptured pipe wasn't just a maintenance issue; it was a bomb.
The air in the airlock cycled with a metallic hiss, a sound that usually meant safety. But for Alex and Rez, "safety" was a relative term on the frozen surface of Europa.