A Fiery Grave

Who: Rufus, Trisees
Where: The Duct
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-- -- Previously -- --
"May I suggest we step up the pace, sir?" offered Rufus.
-- --Continuation-- --
Trisees looked back at Rufus.
"Here, go in front of me," he said, manouvering himself behind Rufus'
and pushing the young scientist ahead a small distance. Rufus looked
worried.
"What are you up to?" he asked. Trisees reached into his jacket
pockets and began rifling through them, trying to find something.
"What's the plan?"
Trisees smiled as he located a small torch welder and he deftly pulled
it out, switching it on in midair. A small blue flame appeared at
its tip and he applied it to the side of the duct in front of him,
creating a small opening hole.
Trisees looked through the hole, and upon seeing that it led into an
empty corridor, began hurriedly enlarging it by cutting out a large
piece of metal in the form of a square.
"Sir?" asked Rufus again, maybe wondering if Trisees was concentrating
and not hearing him, or if the implant in the side of his head had
broken slightly.
The rushing noise got much louder and Rufus peered over Trisees
hunched form. He was sweating profusely as the mini troch kept
cutting deep into the duct.
Hurtling towards them at a very large speed seemed to be a large cloud
of fire; Rufus was scared.
There was a ping as the metal square pulled out and Trisees grabbed
hold of Rufus and threw him forward through the duct hole and out onto
the corridor. The flames almost on top of them. He fell forward
several metres through the air and onto the hard surface of the
corridor, his chin scraping along the metal. Hurriedly Rufus looked
back up to the duct.
Rufus' mouth dropped open in horror as he saw the flames rush past the
gap, occasionally spurting out of the hole and Trisees nowhere to be seen.