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wondered with whom all the correspondence took place. He realised just how little he knew about his immediate superior. They had never really been friends, but they got on well enough, he thought. Yet looking through these possessions was like rifling through the drawers of a complete stranger.
    A click behind him caused Jake to snap out of his train of thought. He looked around expecting to see Max or Lucya. Instead, for the second time he found himself looking at the wrong end of a gun.
    “You’re girlfriend isn’t here to save you now sonny.” Ibsen said. He was having trouble standing up straight, was clearly still somewhat concussed.
    “I still don’t understand why you think we must die, Captain?” Jake blurted out the first thing that came to mind, playing for time. He stood slowly as he spoke.
    Ibsen grabbed the open door to steady himself.
    “Because it is God’s will, Jake. You can see that, can’t you? God meant for everyone to die today. Punishment for our sins against this planet no doubt. But by a freak of nature we survived.”
    “Maybe it was God’s will we survived?” Jake took a step towards his captain.
    Ibsen fired the gun.

Thirteen

    LUCYA RACED THROUGH the labyrinth that was deck three. She charged straight past the express elevator that would, under normal circumstances, have carried her to the bridge. But this ship was without power, so in the dim glow of the emergency lights she carried on to the stairs and started to climb.
    Seven decks later, and out of breath, she arrived at the bridge. There was a group of passengers outside, banging on the door, shouting angrily.
    “You can’t hide in there all day. We demand to know what’s going on,” a large woman dressed entirely in red called out in a high pitched voice.
    “You ask us to go to our cabins, but how are we supposed to do that when there’s no light in half the ship?” another passenger bellowed. He held his hands in a circle around his mouth as a makeshift megaphone.
    Lucya could hear more angry people approaching. This was, she decided, not the best place to hang around for long. She couldn’t imagine Max was on the bridge. Given his nature he wouldn’t have stayed in there listening to the angry mob, he would be out there confronting them. She headed back to the stairs, went down a deck, and outside to where she had last seen fires burning.
    The air outside had cleared considerably since she had been on her mission to free the burning lifeboats. Most of the fires were out, and the ash in the atmosphere had drifted away on the breeze. It was cold again, the arctic chill bit at her cheeks.
    She found Max organising a group of older men, fighting one of the remaining fires. A storage locker filled with deck furniture was burning furiously. The men were armed only with tiny red fire extinguishers that they must have found somewhere inside, in a bar perhaps. Max was showing them how to aim at the base of the flames for maximum effect.
    “Max. Max!” Lucya called at the top of her voice. The hiss of the extinguishers discharging in bursts made it difficult to be heard. She sprinted over and pulled him round to face her.
    “What’s the panic?” Max asked, clearly surprised to see her.
    “Johnny’s dead.”

Fourteen

    AT THE PRECISE instant Captain Ibsen pulled the trigger, Jake lunged towards him. A tenth of a second’s hesitation and he would surely be dead. Instead, he knocked Ibsen through the open door and the two of them crashed to the floor of the corridor. The gun clattered to the ground and skidded away from the men.
    Jake had never been in a fight in his life. He had no absolutely no idea what he was going to do, his plan had extended no further than avoiding being shot. Now he’d achieved that, he had lost momentum, and therefore the advantage. Ibsen was stunned, but his considerable size and weight gave him the upper hand. He rolled over so that he was astride Jake, and dealt him a heavy right hook to the