Sweat dripped from his forehead and into his eyes, momentarily blinding him. He wasn't sure where the hell he was this time but he knew it was damn hot. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and he could see that he was in a corridor of sorts, a red light rotating and the sound of a klaxon going off.
"Easy there, kid," a gruffy voice told him.
"It's not everyday you get to see hell," another one, sounding like a young girl, added.
"What?" Max asked.
The bay doors opened up below and all he could make out was a sea of lava below.
"Drop! Drop!" someone ordered.
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