The red glow behind the sealed shelter grew brighter when JJ put her hand on the ice.
She kept her palm flat against the block and held still. The heat behind it pushed back, trapped and angry, but the ice between them stayed thick enough to turn the glow into a smear. The lever inside twitched once, then stuck in the same halfway position.
Ty kept his wrapped hand lifted and his good hand on the case frame. The front wheels had started to climb the softened ridge. Every inch scraped through the rail and into his shoulder.
"The case is going to force the ridge before the last line opens," Ty said. "If it climbs wrong, the glass tips toward the right shelter."
"Then the case will wait like a civilized coffin with unresolved manners," JJ said. "Blue, tell me where this door hurts before it teaches us."
