Alexander asked, frowning. “How do you know?” “Sometimes the water runs out before a tsunami hits. That’s what Ryder was seeing.” “You sure it’s not just the tide?” Alexander asked. “No tide is that fast, not even with two moons. We’ve got a minute or two before that wave hits. Stone, you need to hurry.” “I’m going as fast as I can!” he snapped. Alexander looked out the side window and saw Seth Ryder and Max Carter come racing up the beach. They piled into Shuttle Two’s airlock, and the doors slid shut behind them. “They’re not going to make it…” Vasquez warned, her voice a whisper. “Oh, shit…” Stone said. Alexander saw what had made him swear. A black wall of water was racing toward them, shimmering in the moonlight, and already curling at the top. “Come on, Stone! Take off!” Vasquez screamed. He was too busy to reply. “We’re not going to make it either,” Korbin said. Alexander blinked, and in that time the water had all but reached them.
