Jensen turned over his hole card, the ace of stars, and the table erupted in a splatter of shrapnel. I jumped back, and the cards flew as the air shrieked in our ears.
“Breached,” somebody screamed, probably Stromberg. What else could it be, you idiot, I wanted to shout. Drops of blood mixed with the whirlwind. Razor, the mate, started shoving us toward the hatch.
