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SHE LAY on the cold concrete floor and felt something wet lapping around her body. Steam and hot water poured out of broken pipes on the ceiling above her, spraying drops across everything. Any sounds were muted and accompanied by high ringing, but she could tell Szilard was next to her, yelling about bombs and Nazis.
Tesla and Einstein were bellowing at Wells. She blinked, shook her head, and the sounds started to clarify.