“Come down.”
“I’m giving you an order.”
Silence.
“Are you coming?” Hendricks listened. There was no response. “I order you to come to the surface.”
“Come down.”
Hendricks set his jaw. “Let me talk to Leone.”
There was a long pause. He listened to the static. Then a voice came, hard, thin, metallic. The same as the other. “This is Leone.”
“Hendricks. I’m on the surface. At the bunker entrance. I want one of you to come up here.”
“Come down.”
“Why come down? I’m giving you an order!”