Three minutes, Yanks,” said Jim-Bob, leaning casually against the wall on the far side of the room. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Beams didn’t even bother to respond to Jim-Bob this time. That was mostly because he was too busy trying not to focus on the walls that were slowly but surely closing in on them from both sides.
The walls had gotten closer since the fifteen-minute mark. The room was now so narrow that it wasn’t even possible for Beams and his Teammates to stand in a group. They had to basically stand single file, and even that was starting to get uncomfortable. Iron Angel’s metal wings scrapped against the walls even when they were folded in, adding the annoying sound of metal scraping against stone to their tense situation.
And we still haven’t unlocked the door yet, Beams t
