"Sigh!"
The team leader took a deep breath.
Calm.
What they said was right, out at sea, you really can't run away, you can't swim to shore either, the three scientists look weak and frail, elderly, very... probably can't swim far.
Cough cough.
The thoughts drifted.
Returning to the interrogation scene.
"Fifth question, did you consider reaching out?"
"Our mobile phones were confiscated."
"They probably have a satellite phone."
"Seems like they do."
"Did you think of seizing it for rescue?"
"Yes."
"And then?"
"Forgot."
Click.
The team leader felt something cracked.
"Just joking."
"First, there are more of them, they're strong and have weapons, we're just three people, grabbing the phone? You want us dead, right? Second, even if we got it, we wouldn't know who to call."
"..."
No faults... very... damn, you're a scientist, haven't you had some rescue training? Still don't know who to call, why don't you say you don't know how to use a satellite phone.
At this time.
