Excuse you, my math is perfect and so is my binary. [Two hundred percent matter-of-fact as he moves off in a different direction towards one sand-heaped slope nearby. It takes a little while - a little finagling with the installed transmitter and waiting for a locked response - but they manage a call without getting plucked off the air by Assquez or some other low-level Hyperion stooge working under his dime. Whether or not it's intentional...Rhys isn't really sure.
Either way, within the span of fifteen minutes he's crawling back down where they'd split off.]
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Either way, within the span of fifteen minutes he's crawling back down where they'd split off.]
Fiona!!