Deep in the Jungle
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Harker sighed, her softness faltering the rest of the way as the heaviness of the situation settled down around her, but she was nodding in agreement with what Crow was saying.
“I think, between the two of us, we can work fast enough to get it done, but we’ll need to resurface sooner rather than later. I’m worried that, if we wait here too long, it’ll give us less time at the hanger, you know?”
She sighed. “Obviously, I like the first option better, but I think we’re both too realistic to seriously consider it.”
“Agreed. It’ll be clear by now, I’m sure.” I hope. That remained unspoken, but heard nonetheless.
“It’s a little less risky, but more time consuming, yes. I suppose it’s our option if something’s already compromised, but...” But try not to be pessimistic. He glanced over to Harker before reaching out to hit the engines again. “...It’ll be fine. They’re not as smart as they look.”
















