Moving quickly, he went over to the place where the control cables came in through the firewall. It took him several minutes to assure himself that they would function from the control room now. There was nothing more to do but get out of here and get that reaction damped.
He went out again, closing the firewall door behind him and dogging it tight. There would be no more helium production now.
He went through the radiation trap to the decontamination chamber to wash off whatever it was he had picked up.
The decontamination room was a mess.
De Hooch stared at the twisted pipes and the stream of water that gushed out of a cracked valve. The blast had jarred everything loose. Well, he could still scrub himself off.
Except that the scrubbers weren't working.
He swore under his breath and twisted the valve that was supposed to dispense detergent. It did, thank Heaven. He doused himself good with it and then got under the flowing water.
The radiation level remained exactly where it was.
He walked over and pulled one of the brushes off the defunct scrubber and sudsed it up. It wasn't until he started to use it that he got a good look at his arms. He hadn't paid any attention before.
He walked over to the mirror to get a good look.