Directly above, a bayonet taps the wooden floor. All six men elevate their hands flat against the boards to remove the hollowness of any sound that might betray a cavern beneath. The bayonet pierces between two floorboards and slices the gap between Wilson's thumb and forefinger. Bringelly is rapid in muffling the man's anguish and places a youthful hand tightly across his mouth. Satisfied that there is nobody beneath the boards, the boots retreat. It seems like hours before she opens the hatch door and brings them food.
"Have you managed to make contact?" she asks.