Alice rolled to her front and then rose into a crouch. The hiss of escaping steam and crackle of the burning ship was deafening. She couldn’t see the containment vessel from where she squatted, so scuttled around the lip of the crater, keeping as close to the ground as she could. The wreckage was clearer from the other side. The vessel had split like an egg, its walls showing only three ejection holes. The rest were sealed. The Marines on board had been unable to get out.