"Don't know," Sam mumbled as he jumped down from the top bunk. After donning the clothes he'd worn the day before he flipped the light on.
The DCI surprised Sam by not complaining. The older man had dressed as well, and wore a serious expression. Hunt opened the drawer in which they'd deposited the handguns they'd secured from the armory. Hunt handed Sam the 9 mm pistol butt-first, keeping the revolver for himself. "Right. Control room."
Sam nodded. He followed his superior into the hallway.
The pair nearly collided with Locke outside the south entrance to the control room. "What happened?" Sam queried.
Locke shook his head. "There was a blast of a sort on the east side of the bunker. Outside."
"'Of a sort?'" Hunt scowled.
"No fire." He pushed past Sam and Hunt. "I'm going to check on those camping out there."
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[Sam Tyler, Locke]
Date: 2007-04-24 12:31 pm (UTC)"Wot the bloody hell was that?" Hunt grumbled.
"Don't know," Sam mumbled as he jumped down from the top bunk. After donning the clothes he'd worn the day before he flipped the light on.
The DCI surprised Sam by not complaining. The older man had dressed as well, and wore a serious expression. Hunt opened the drawer in which they'd deposited the handguns they'd secured from the armory. Hunt handed Sam the 9 mm pistol butt-first, keeping the revolver for himself. "Right. Control room."
Sam nodded. He followed his superior into the hallway.
The pair nearly collided with Locke outside the south entrance to the control room. "What happened?" Sam queried.
Locke shook his head. "There was a blast of a sort on the east side of the bunker. Outside."
"'Of a sort?'" Hunt scowled.
"No fire." He pushed past Sam and Hunt. "I'm going to check on those camping out there."