“A tunnel?” Strauss asks, “Where?”
“Right there,” Raven leans into the incredible force that's
pushing him into his seat, to point at a speck in the distance.
“Fiona,” he barks, “Which way is the arrow pointing?”
“Still at twelve,” she replies, “And its just started
flashing.”
“That's it,” Raven shouts triumphantly, “That's our way out.”
“The pen is still right behind us,” Robert calls out behind him,
“Let's not slow down yet.”
“You're sure?” Strauss asks Raven, squinting to make out any
detail.
“Getting closer,” Robert shouts as the pen starts to close the
gap once more.
“I'm sure,” Raven says, “Now hit the gas and get us out of
here.”
“You may wish to reconsider,” Strauss tells him, “Because we're
pretty sure that tunnel has teeth.”
