"I didn't expect you guys to be so good at being discreet," Hans hissed as we huddled near the ventilation shaft entrance. Greg shot a dirty look at him, irritation radiating from his every pore. We had just managed to pry open the vents, and it was time to make our move.
"Just hush, all right?" I whispered back to Hans, trying to keep my voice steady. "You think you could've survived in there? It was only a matter of time before you made a mistake, and then—"
"Hey, hey, hey, chill, Greg," I interjected, hoping to defuse the situation. Greg's icy glare turned toward me for a moment before he reluctantly turned his attention back to the task at hand. We were about to enter the vents, and we all faced the same problem that required the same solution.
"Get on me," Greg ordered, his voice firm and no-nonsense. Hans looked at him with disgust, shaking his head slowly.
