Alex struggled to stay upright as sub jerked, slamming into a wall and gritting his teeth. "Try and get us to the surface," he snapped. If Wicked didn't know how the controls worked, maybe one of her ghosts would.
The rush of water nearly knocked him off his feet, but the sound of the voice drew him, brow creased and eyes a bright and furious white.
"I don't think so," he growled, taking a swing with the nearest piece of equipment he could get his hands on, which happened to be one of the air canisters.