“Doesn't matter,” Raven snaps, “Keep going.”
“You can't be serious,” Strauss replies, “Just drive into the
mouth of god knows what?”
“It's still gaining on us,” Robert calls behind them.
“Do you have another option?” Raven asks the driver.
“The original plan?” Strauss replies, “Take control of the
pen?”
“No, I don't think so,” Raven says, “Behind us, and rapidly
gaining ground, is our certain doom. “We're out of time.”
“Guys?” Robert shouts, voice thick with panic.
“And I don't think he's in any position to concentrate,” Raven
continues, nodding over his shoulder. “Besides, a mouth leads to a
stomach, stomach leads to intestines, and so on. That's our way out
of here.”
