“Meier,” Korr whispered. “You still have that C4?”

“Swim through crude?” one of the engineers stammered. “That’s insane. It’s toxic. We’ll drown.”

“Singh, cut the main power feed to the refinery’s floodlights. Meier, rig the server room with a delayed charge. We’ll let Rashidi think we’re making a last stand. Then we go through the oil. We hold our breath, and we swim.”