“Let’s hope they built that fuel rod strong,” Caine said.

He raised his hands and the fuel rod rose, floated in the air, tethered at one end to the crane.

“Hit the release,” Caine ordered.

Jack said, “Caine, if it breaks open—”

“Do it!” Caine roared.

Even Drake took a step back. And Jack hit the button that released the robot crane’s hold.

Caine thrust his arms forward, palms out. The cylinder flew like the bolt from a crossbow.

His aim was good. But not perfect. The cylinder scraped the concrete as it shot through the hole.

“That’s the quick way to do it,” Caine said.

Hunger, Chapter 37