Hour upon hour passed by. And not a peep from our captors. Nor did anyone look in on us. Not even to deliver a morsel of bread that has been our daily allotment.
We can only speculate that they have their hands full elsewhere. My thoughts went immediately to the return of the tanker trucks with combat units.
Tomas tried the door at one point. It was still locked. But no one outside reacted to the ruckus it raised.
This inspired the Captain to again rummage through the chamber for anything that could jimmy the door. As in every time before there was nothing that wasn’t bolted down. His efforts only raised his frustration.
Elijah remained calm and waited patiently.