"Juice it!" Alexa yelled when the glass panels crashed to the floor. She looked at the orange gas and then yelled again.

"Shirts over faces if you've got 'em, don't breathe deeply, someone throw Jacob a sock or something and for the love of the goonies GET ON THE GROUND." The gas, while spreading, appeared to be a bit light...which meant the good air would be on the floor at least for a little while. It would buy them some time.

She hoped it would be enough.