Thirty-Four
Miss Redding’s helmet sank below the toxic electric-blue water. Chevy stood vigil until the water stilled and her lamp disappeared.
If you could do nothing else, you bore witness.
Only madmen dived unknown cave lakes. Given that only lunatics chose to visit Tritium, did that mean any Montague employee would jump in? Nope. Miss Redding was a special kind of lunatic. She could almost be Texan.
Trapped in this sea cave, with nothing but his pseudo-radio, Portal-sensing electrodes, and a toxic blue lake, what was he supposed to do? Reinvent Portal math? Chevy might as well draw equations on his back and fly to Mars. From Tritium.
Maybe he should sit down. Prop his life support pack against the wall and lean back. Stretch his feet out. It wouldn’t be as cozy as a recliner, but
