“We should get the hell out of here. It will just waste more gas trying to track these people down.”
“We have to refuel anyways, and they’ve got the money. If we don’t track them down, we won’t get paid.”
Before anyone could respond, Jack entered the room. The conversation ceased when they saw the look on his face.
“There’s no gas.”
“How are we going to get home?”
“There’s gas on the surface. We have to go down there and get it?”
“You cant’ know that!”
“There must be.”
“We have to risk going to the planet.