The Sound Of Perseverance

A screech. Another one.

“He is a good boy, give him time.”

Trapped in the middle of the Earth.
What else could I do?

A bullet is being shot, somewhere in space-time.

“Index fingers are becoming way too lethal, right Mark?”

The command room begins to shine.
All the buttons light up rhythmically, harmoniously.
The hunt was a success.