54: Keelin
Keelin
“You catch all that?” Piran’s voice rose in pitch, and he squirmed in his chair. Like the baby he was.
Keelin glared at him.
“What do we do?” Piran whined. “Brice? Any chance you can get in there?”
“If I could, do you think I’d still be on top of this b****y tin can?”
“I don’t know!” Piran turned to Keelin, and tapped to mute his comms. “He’s already buggered off once. What if he disappears again?”
“Stay calm.” Because if he didn’t, she’d punch him. “Ryann,” she called. “You listening in?”
“I heard. Brice, do whatever you can.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. “I’ve got my own issues here.”
Keelin thumped the arm of her chair. “Great! Brice. Lorry has to stop somewhere. Hold on until it does, then use the main doors.”
It sounded like he grunted.
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