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“Hardison, what the hell’s taking so long?”

The comm was silent.

“Hardison, I’m in a broom closet, tell me you’ve got a way out of here!”

Nothing.

“Dammit, Hardison!”

Footsteps- heavy, in sync. At least three, probably former Marines.

“Nate, I’m stuck, there are Marines, what’s the plan?”

“How do you know they’re Marines?”

“It’s a very distinctive- Sophie, get me OUT OF THIS CLOSET!”

“Sounds like something you gotta do for yourself, man.”

“Hardison, where the HELL have you been?”

“Sorry, Parker wanted to ride the rollercoaster,” he apologized, totally unapologetically.

“You were- remind me to punch you later.”