"Incoming—" she screamed and rolled into a ball, hands over her helmet as the needle missiles slashed into the lake. The ground lifted and flicked her upward in a devastating ka-thump . She smacked down on her side, saw billowing clouds of steam shoot skyward from the water. The ground shook again, and a deep hiss penetrated the roaring in her ears. The lake rippled, shuddered, then drained away into an open crack in the dome’s foundations. More steam billowed upward, huge clouds that swirled and mixed with the roiling smoke. It started to rain in hot, black drops that splattered over the concrete and drenched her. The foul liquid stung her eyes, found every crack in her armor. Bitter oil filled her mouth, the smell of charred pork seared her nostrils.