Elias snatched the radio again, holding it close to his mouth. “Coast guard! The ship’s hit rocks! We don’t have long!” “—ten minutes… hold tight…” the reply sputtered through the static. Ten minutes. The bridge groaned as though it were alive, protesting the punishment of the waves slamming the broken hull.
The rain lashed harder, lightning tearing across the sky. Elias turned back to Callen. “We can’t stay here—if the bridge goes under, we’re done.” Callen’s face was pale, lips trembling. “I… I can’t run.” He looked down at his injured arm, the bandage soaked dark. “You should go.” Elias shook his head fiercely. “Not a chance.”