​     The safe room got hit by a blast so intense both the utility trunk and the table got blown to shards. The impact caused the six people inside to fly all over the place. 

     Both Skip and Alison let go of Noel.

     No!

​     Noel held out an arm. 

     "Grab it!" he barked.

     And, boy, did they.

     Now they held on to each other and what pieces of the table were still bolted to the floor.

​     Whatever had hit them had bent the thick, steel alloy frame of the safe room itself. 

​     Modern art, Skip thought. I am clinging to life on Modern Art. We'll call it "War Is Hell". 

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