Phillips grabbed Jericho and pulled him away from the writhing worms. He was holding a device similar to what Fresno had thrown once already, but he didn't toss it yet, the pair forking out to the right from the group. Jericho, in the meantime, was trying to figure out what the hell was going on and why Galbadia had issues with being a NORMAL dictatorship and putting their top secret prison for political prisoners in a jungle surrounded by quicksand or something like that. [color=Gold]"Hey Duncan, when we get back to the Garden, remind me to recommend this place for destruction by missile strike!"[/color] Reaching a rock outcrop, Phillips and Jericho hopped up on it, not moving as they watched the sand worms moving around the rocks like sharks. He wanted to try and shoot the bloody things, but even he knew it was pointless.