Tyla did not argue the point further. “How do we get rid of it, though?” she asked. “It’s still too hot to push out of here.”
“Let me do it,” Johnathan volunteered. “For just one push, not too much heat will get in through my suit—and my skin doesn’t burn too easily anyway.”
He braced his legs against the wall opposite the hatch. In one quick motion he shoved against the box with the palms of his gloved hands. The box grated slowly across the lifeboat floor, then fell out the opening. Johnathan’s momentum almost carried him out with it, but Bred and Tyla each grabbed an arm and held him secure inside the boat. They watched the bomb splash down into the lava and float there as it had done before.
They set out again to find a new object. After thirty more minutes of searching, they were r
