He checks his chrono. Twelve minutes remaining until 0207.
"We don't have time for this—if you can't handle it, be me! Come on, Miles, where's your cousin?"
Mark, on the ground, shudders. And scrambles to his feet and opens the hatch in the wall. "This way," he says, Miles-voiced, bounding away into the corridor. Miles follows.
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Date: 2014-09-10 08:34 pm (UTC)"We don't have time for this—if you can't handle it, be me! Come on, Miles, where's your cousin?"
Mark, on the ground, shudders. And scrambles to his feet and opens the hatch in the wall. "This way," he says, Miles-voiced, bounding away into the corridor. Miles follows.