It was supposed to be a routine mission. Arrive, beat up the bad guy, have a drink with the team, maybe goof off around town, then head back to H.Q.

Now, Spitfire is trapped hundreds of feet below the surface, where no light can penetrate. She's uneasy, of course, separated as she is. An escape seems impossible, but that's not her goal. She knows the others are down here, too, and she needs to find them.

She needs to find them.

Before it finds her.

A submission for the Dialogue Only Contest.

... And the Thousand Words Contest. A two-for-one!