The trio found themselves in a corridor lined with water tight doors.  The walls were surprisingly strong, probably because they were designed to resist the heavy weight of water, and easily supported the weight of the relatively light heroines.  There was debris everywhere, but no sign of any people save for the dead body of yet another thug, who looked to have broken his neck when he was tossed about.  His radio crackled, but the voice coming out was scrambled.<br/><br/>Only seconds after the trio entered the lights, which were already on emergency backup, began to flash red.  A computerized woman's voice, her voice calm and level, came out of the various speakers intended for ship announcements.<br/><br/>"Loss of power to containment systems, critical failure imminent.  Evacuate to minimum safe distance immediately."  The voice announced, followed by a brief pause.  It repeated it at ten second intervals, interspersed by a long tone clearly intended to draw attention.<br/><br/>There were a dozen rooms off the corridor that the group could search, and an open door to the bridge ahead.  Otherwise, there were stairs down.  A faint whiff of ammonia was in the air, and the thump of the helicopter's rotor could be heard above.