Thirty-six
"Bobby!!!"
The Aussie flicked his helmet up. "Will you knock it off, mate?" he said in exasperation. "I'm going as fast as I bloody well can. I care about them, too, you know."
The torch flickered and went out. Jack drew a breath, but Bobby cut off the curse. "The backup tank's right here. D, get him out of here, please."
Dimitrius was watching Jack with dark eyes. "You heard him. Either you take a walk right now, or I'll send you back to the van." He cut off the protest with a glare. "You may be unit leader, but I'm the supervisor, and if I think you're out of line, I outrank you. Got it?"
Jack nodded silently and moved several feet away to the stairwell; he sat down and rubbed at his temples, fighting the knot in his stomach that told him they were running out of time. Come on, come on… Myles, Tara, I swear, we haven't forgotten you guys…
