"Considering the fact that the outpost is about to be destroyed, no. Dock it in the Hanger and get to your stations. Griff, I need a status report." Adam said over the intercom.
"We're ready, once we're clear give Matt's phone a ring." Griff cut out before anymore questions could be asked. All the Ships were moving further from the Outpost. The Highwind moving the slowest.
"Are we still in range to make the call?" Adam asked Alice.
"Yeah, I dont think we can get out of range at this speed."
"The ships are clearing the Outpost," Rick said.
"How long until they're at a safe distance?"
"A few more minutes." Everyone stared as the Gryphon moved away from the Outpost. An eternity slipped into the minutes that passed. Griff was nearly on top of the Highwind. "They're clear."
"Dial the number."
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