There was nothing short of pure tension filling the room; Dan couldn't meet their eyes, but even still, they could feel the leaking fear and frustration from him.
Phil merely kept himself calm I'm here, and Mark fought down a wave of worry.
". . .I found him," the Dismalen managed. "Felix helped me track him down. Guys," he looked at them with this, eyes blown wide with fear for his friend,"he's in. . ."
The next moment as they processed what they said was followed by disbelieving screeches of, "WHAT THE EFF DO YOU MEAN HE'S TRAPPED IN AREA FIFTY-ONE?!"
Meanwhile, Jack sat in an empty tank, Sam hovering next to him.
"How long do you think it'll take fer 'em ta rescue us?"
". . ."
A sigh. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
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