“But we’d lose our electrical power.”
“We could run on the fuel cells and batteries—for a while.”
“Long enough?”
Pancho laughed and headed for the hatch. “Long as they last, boss,” she said over her shoulder.
“Murphy’s Law,” Dan growled after her.
If anything can go wrong, it will: that was Murphy’s Law. Now I can add Randolph’s corollary to it, he thought: If you turn off your radiation shield, you’re certain to be hit by a solar flare.