It was back to work, this time tethered to Spencer by the forty-inch octopus, so they had to be careful as they worked, not to tear it on any jagged metal.
Although it took far too long, the last of the inner skin finally fatigued enough that Spencer was able to bend it completely back.
He moved aside slightly and beckoned her forward.
Get your ass moving, Tabbi.
She blinked. What the…? She could almost hear her father’s voice in her ear.
Move it.
She wasn’t going to question the order.
Okay, Dad.
Tabitha wasted no more time.
She threaded her feet out the hole, then her legs, and…
What the frick?
Something abruptly stopped her forward trajectory.
She swiftly pulled back inside to flip around and face Spencer, giving him a blatant questioning gesture.
He pointed to her suit, then to the rough edges of the hole.
Freakin’ frack.Her suit had snagged.
Spencer held up his hands, urging her to come forward again.
She flipped to her back, and as before, easily slid her feet through the opening. Her legs went next, then her thighs until…
Frick! Caught again.
The hips of the escape suit were just too damned wide to fit easily through the hole.
Did she have time to back out and take the thing off?
Tabitha needed to think this through, but their air supply…
Spencer had no such problem.
His diving knife was already out, and he was slicing away at the orange material. Not so rapidly that he’d pierce her skin, but fast enough that she knew he must sense they were running out of time on his tank.
Tabitha concentrated on not flinching; not moving to impair his progress, until…
She gasped and jolted when she saw movement behind Spencer.
Largemovement.
Spencer paused, his brows rising in question.
She pointed frantically to his rear, then gave the fin signal for “shark”.
Spencer turned, ready to fight, when the most glorious sight, ever, came into focus.
Two divers.
