[Gordon screams, a sound of both pain and loss as he stares at the closed panel. The rest of the team rushes to his side.]
GOING DOWN.
[Coomer slams his fist into the panel. Again. And again, until he can reach his hands in between the halves of the trapdoor. He stretches, pushing the panels back apart until the hole is opened again.]
I’ve g-got Dr. Freeman!
[Tommy grabs Gordon’s good arm, helpful him to his feet. Gordon cradles his mangled wrist to his chest, staring down into the pit with tears in his eyes.]
Go, go, go! Dr. Coomer has a plan!
He does?!
[Bubnick jumps down the hole.]
< hey wait hold on come back >
[Tommy follows him in, dragging a shocked Gordon behind him.]
< bros wait i don’t want to be alone up here >
[Forzen hesitates, but jumps down as well.]
< i didn’t mean it i promise >
Security core Boper, I hope you go to hell.
[Coomer jumps down as well, putting his arms to his sides and diving headfirst after the others.]








