Clara’s POV"The brakes are engaging automatically, Marcus, so hit the emergency manual override right now," I yelled, my fingers gripping the cold steel handle of the internal wall support as the freight elevator shrieked."The terminal is completely dead, Clara," Marcus shouted back from the primary control panel, his palm slamming hard against the unresponsive touch screen. "Victor's countermeasure code just jammed the secondary circuits from the main office. We are totally frozen.""Are we dropping," Nikolai asked, his voice low and incredibly strained as he leaned his massive frame heavily against the left corner of the metal cage."No, boss, we are jammed tight," Marcus said, pulling a mechanical crowbar from his tactical pack. "The backup emergency clamps locked onto the secondary guide rails. We are hanging suspended right between the fourth and fifth floors.""We are sitting ducks in this metal box," I said, looking up toward the rectangular maintenance hatch on the ceiling.
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