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Archer reached the bridge more quickly than he hoped. He also passed another gaping hole in the hull and realized what Sammel hadn't told him. They were in serious trouble. He was surprised to discover the bridge was intact, though the body of the fallen spacer was missing, his second officer long run off. He didn't have time to think about it. He took a seat and keyed the command for the status of the entire ship. Through the flickering light of the emergency beacons, Archer felt himself paling at the view on the dim but visible main display as hole after hole revealed itself, on deck after deck. It looked random, but he knew it wasn't. Whoever attacked knew exactly where the crew and colonists were housed, knew precisely where to enter the ship for maximum damage and control and knew