"Nary a bit. The engine had been shut down. That was all."
"What about the elevators?"
"Power's been cut in on all lines."
"Good," said Matt. He snapped the televisor off, just as a dull boom sounded in the distance.
"There goes one of the bridges," Isaac said nervously.
Matt cut in the walkie-talkie strapped to his back. "Captain Bascom. Captain Bascom."
"Check," came Bascom's voice through earphones.
"How is the moving coming along?"
"Fine. We have three trucks shuttling between the ship and the freight hall. Everyone's turned to." Matt glanced at his watch; they'd been at the fort two hours.
"Arm the women with rifles," he told the captain. "Put Lynn in charge. Have them bring our captives to the seventeenth floor. There's a brig here where we can lock them in. Is Lynn handy?"