Flynn's eyes widen as Williams explains his plan. "You want to flood the ship with Neuro Gas? Have you gone insane? Actually never mind, don't answer that. I already know the answer... Fine! Guess we don't have a choice." The intercom falls silent and minutes pass by as Flynn awaits the signal from his partner. After a while the intercom crackles with life once more. [i]"Flynn, go for it!"[/i] With a silent prayer, Flynn turns on the ventilation system.

Immediately the ducts are filled with the deadly purple gas and slowly the ship is filled up. Flynn feels an uncomfortable chill creep up his spine as he too, slowly get's surrounded by purple clouds. The Rebreather gives off a sharp chime as it automatically turns on. A signal on his Tool gives him a indication of how many time of fresh air he has left. 1 hour.

He sits down in the pilot chair and tries to stay calm as to not waste more oxygen then needed. But a sudden realization puts a halt to his efforts. Okay, now the entire ship was engulfed in deadly toxic gas. Venting it away would not be a problem, but without Life Support, there would be no way to replace the empty vacuum, with proper oxygen! They had to come up with plan... and fast.