He pushed towards the hangar at a dead run as Klaxons sounded overhead. The entire station groaned as the ground shook beneath his feet. Ground that moments before had felt solid, whole, unmovable, cracked.

Shit.

He shoved a screaming woman aside as he pushed down his rising panic. Fear couldn't overtake him. He didn't want to die here. Not like this. 

He didn't know what went wrong. They had one job and it wasn't to blow an entire space station.  

The gravity shut down and his body left the ground, careening towards the last barriers between himself and freedom.

What went so wrong?