"Shit." Okay. They got at least one person in the sewers and-

Just thinking about going down there again has his pulse racing and his skin going cold, McCOy slumps back against the wall, pressing his hands to his face to try to steady himself and slow his breathing.

Right.

"Not alone. We'll do a check in, someone will, when this is over and the streets are clear. Go down organized but- I'm. I gotta stay up here."