Guy: Its alright dad, Apex is dead.
Elita: Suddenly my father got a good look at Guy through the little window and his jaw almost hit the deck…
Bob: Guy your… you’re uh…
Guy: Like you, I know. Listen we are fast out of time, there’s no heavy water in here, he dumped it all.
Bob: And… we are going to splat in just over 3 minutes Guy!
Guy: We still have the maneuvering thrusters drawing power from the reactor. That's how the station is relatively stable and not tumbling… All we have to do is overload the thrusters and we can alter the station trajectory!
Bob: The mathematics of it would be huge and the thrusters might explode…
Guy: Doesn’t matter if they do explode dad. The angle is 14 point SOMETHING degrees… I had almost worked it out before Apex dislocated my arm. If we aim for an azimuth of 15 degrees and accelerate using the aft thrusters, it will be enough to miss the city altogether and crash it into the ocean.
Bob: The reactor though if it's not cooled it’ll still blow! And we won’t strike the water properly, the station will cause a massive wave as a result!
Guy: It’s… it’s all I got Dad… The ocean is our only hope to stop an atomic catastrophe! Drown the reactor!
Bob: That - should - work! Rip a few pipes in there to ensure fast flooding, I’ll run to the control room, on my signal send me the power, then we get to the escape pod, son! ONE minute no more!
Elita: My father raced back to the control room where he and Apex had fought before and readied to do his side of the job. His body was already healing from the abuse Apex had given it, but he didn’t care if every bone in his body was broken, Guy was alive, no thanks to anybody but Guy himself. It was right there, my dad made a definitive decision about his future, if he survived that is, as I say, we weren’t out of the woods yet!