On the riverbank, Griff and his team heard a series of muffled bangs and turned to see a thin plume of black smoke rising up through the trees into the sky.
‘What the hell?’ Griff said, staring. His coms device squawked, and he grabbed it, listened and barked, ‘I can’t do everything! You put it out! We’ve got to blow this thing!’
‘This can wait, boss,’ Jesse said.
Griff hurled his device to the ground. ‘It can’t wait! She can’t wait! She needs to go back!’ He pointed a shaking finger at thin air and crooned, ‘It’s all right, baby. We’ll send you back.’
Jesse tugged Griff to where the rest of the crew were waiting in position. They looked uneasy.
‘One more minute,’ he soothed.
