"So, they've decided to break out on their own, huh. And I've just organized the excavation team."
A sharp pain in his chest reminded Mark that he should be resting as much as possible. He slowly, as if the bed was made up of spikes, laid on the bed.
"There's no way they'll be able to make it far without help." He took a breath, then called, "Grace!"
A girl, about 16, answered the call. Her glasses reflected the light such that her eyes were not visible, and her black hair was coursing down her shoulders like a waterfall. "You rang?"
Mark gestured at the girl to move closer, then whispered in her ear. "There are people trying to escape the syndicate. I need you to drive over and assist them in their escape."
The girl's eyes rose. "The car?"
Mark groaned in discomfort for a moment, then said. "Black Panther. Should be in the garage."
"Will do. Should I bring anyone else?"
"Sam and William."
"I understand William - he's our muscle...but why Sam?"
"Sam's an explosive expert. He can help you prime the Black Panther's missiles. Also...I have a feeling you're going to need a bang."
The girl contemplated this for a moment. "Sure." Then she spun around, and walked out the door.
Mark stared at the ceiling. The pain in his chest receded. He sighed.
:D