Jeremiah slammed the iron box’s door closed, in shock at the sudden explosion and even more in shock at Marx’s words. With little hesitation he rushed to the vehicle he had rode in on, and hurriedly searched for the linking device with sober eyes. Despite the adrenaline pumping through him, his selfish internal clock was beeping, telling him he had an hour before the withdrawals would kick in. 

	He scrambled a microphone to his mouth and with a loud vibrating sound the com fired up. He quickly filled in the other line of the com on what had happened, or at least what he knew. He dropped the com once all questions were exhausted with “no idea’s it just happened!” and rushed back to Marx. He scanned him once over, “how deep in is she, and are you okay?”