Her communicator was beeping.
It beeped with a fast ryhthm, the rhythm that had been set to ring whenever it detected something awry floating in the air. It could be a chemical substance. It could be a lack of oxygen. It could be a drop of temperature.
This time, it was the combination of the three.
Her comm was beeping, loud and alarming, but she never knew.
She had no clue that in the middle of her rush, she had accidentally dropped her comm.
.
The comm was still beeping.
This time, louder.
