"Jules Verne!" shouted Delphia, heading for the center of the room. He threw himself down on the floor, furious to see the others separate and go for cover behind tables and columns. Blasted civilians ... no, it was his fault. They didn’t know his coded battle phrases. If, and when, they got out alive, he’d teach them a few critical commands. But for now, it was yell the instructions out loud for the enemy to hear. Not his fave thing to do.