The Klichka blew, some overloaded central battery releasing a grenade-level explosion. Alice was tossed backward, the shockwave rolling over her like a steam train. A blizzard of orange sparks set fire to the rubber floor, the material sizzling as it poured smoke into the space. She tried to move but her body was offline; nothing worked. The smoldering wall belched gray clouds that filled the corridor with choking bitterness. More conduits popped in a deafening sequence that ran toward her.