Alex and Kary walked into the elevator, taking a bag, each with spare clothes in them. Their faces were stoic, the weight of the next few days weighing on them already.
As the doors closed, Kary looked at Alexander.
"What if we can't stop them?" she asked, nervousness leaking through her voice.
"Stop. Don't think like that already. We can do this. We have to. We'll be fine."
Alex rubbed her back a bit, trying to comfort her, and kept looking at his reflection on the polished doors.
'If we fail, so many people will die. We can't afford to fail.'
The fifty floors down felt longer than usual, the two of them standing there in silence, Alex rubbing Kary's back as she looked at her feet, deeply lost in thought.
There wasn't much more he could do. If there were a magic phrase, he could tell her to make her feel better, he would say it.
