A shower of sparks arced down from a tangled mass of power cables, dangling out of a conduit knocked free by the explosion. Mike rose from his spot behind a plastic shipping crate, ears ringing. There was a neat eight foot hole in the reinforced concrete ceiling, broken only by the conduits, with a matching one in the warehouse floor.
The room was dark except for a single emergency light in the corner, putting out just enough dull red light to tint the thick dust that filled the room. He could see the dim forms of the other workers starting to stand, as well as a few that didn’t look like they’d be getting up anytime soon. A technician broke the silence.
“It looks like we might have made an error.”