Jack:
Once again, Jack moves forward with the Sneaky Petey and Sneaky Whitey. The two leading the way, the lean prince of Amber, son of Benedict, the sword at his side, his armored motorcycle jacket behind them. In their path he walks patiently, mirroring them as best he can, letting his eyes grow steadily more accustomed to the darkness. Walking into the next room for searching purposes, he quickly begins to go through all of the small bins and cases.
Moving things out of the way, pocketing a few things like spark-plugs that he thought might work, but not making a deal out of it. As he progresses, he looks over at the duo and Alec.
"We're going directly back to the truck," he mentions. "Regardless of what I find."
10:48, Today: Jack rolled 8 using 2d6 with rolls of 4,4.
It takes a few minutes longer than anyone would prefer because there's precious little organization to the things stored in the room, but then Jack suddenly finds exactly what he's looking for-- it should replace the missing cable perfectly, and fairly easily.
But two seconds later, Whitey turns off the lightbulb.
Darkness.
"
Shhh--" Whitey (or Petey) says.
A few seconds later, several feet hurry by the door outside, and voices murmur to one another-- which, down here, is the equivalent of an enraged mob running and shouting.
When they have clearly gone for about 30 quiet seconds, Petey (or Whitey) whispers: "
Time to go. But should it be back the way we came... or will they be expecting that, and we should maybe kind of go around and get to the surface another way...?"