Explosives rained over head. The building was crashing in. People running in different directions as if Death itself had knocked on their door. They were trapped and they needed help…badly. He looks to her, the woman that has always been a beacon of hope. The woman who leads this almost destroyed facility. She has always show the light where it has been dark. Done the tasks that everyone thought was impossible. The woman who always had a plan. He looks to her and says : “What do we do?”
Out of all the things that could be said. Out of all the words in the world in she chooses these three words :
“Grow a set”
Yeah that really did sort the problem.