"Grab her Frank!" Shouted Pete, as Caitlin started trying the door and screaming to be let out.
Frank reached over, and put a hand on her shoulder. Gently pulling her back.
"Caitlin? Hey, baby girl. Time to calm down. Shh... Shh..." He held her tight. "It'll be fine. They just need to dig us out. Right Pete?"
"Yeah, they just need to come get us. We know we're safe in here. We just had a building land on us and we're all fine!"
The muffled sound of Caitlin sobbing came from inside the suit. Pete gently tapped a nail on her arm, making a tink tink noise. "Hey, Dormouse, or whatever you are. How about letting our girl out?"
The glass like, black substance retracted away from Caitlin's face.
"There she is!" Smiled Pete.
"Dormouse says he can't let me out. He had to eat my clothes to make the armour." She sniffed. "He's really sorry."
Frank let go, and sat her next to him. "You gonna be OK?" She nodded. "Good, 'cause it's my turn to fucking panic!"
"Whoah! Come on Frank!"
"Don't fucking 'Come on Frank' me! How in the ever loving FUCK are even still alive!? What the hell is this car made out of? How are we still breathing! What the..."
Pete slapped him. Hard. "Don't make me hit you proper Frank." He growled.
Frank took a deep breath. Straightened his shirt and sat up straight. He turned to Caitlin "Sorry."
"That's OK Mr Bastion. Dormouse says that he's scrubbing the CO2 out of the air for us. That's how we're still breathing. But that we might want to try and stay calm because there's going to be a lot of heat build-up."
Pete frowned "So, we can breathe but we might die from the heat?"
++ Correct ++ Said the text display on the suit.
"Well... Shit." Pete sat back. "But you'll be OK right?" She nodded, looking upset again. "Well, that's OK then. That's the important thing. We did our Jobs Frank. Might as well sit back and enjoy the retirement." He smiled wanly.
Pete's earpiece hissed. "Mr Witherall? Can you hear me?"
"Boss?"
"Yes. I'm using Dormouse as an audio link. Are you alright?"
"We're OK. It's gonna get real hot in here though. Any ETA on you digging us out?"
"Units are onsite as we speak. We're coming to get you now."
"Oh, thank Fuck!" Whispered Frank. Pete gave him a withering glance through the rear-view mirror.
"You'll be pleased to know that we got them Mr Witherall. The secondary team highjacked their aircraft and captured them. All you need to do is wait for a few hours while we dig you out. Unfortunately you are a little deeper than expected."
"Probably in the bowels of the Cheesecake Factory." Smirked Frank, as Caitlin sniggered next to him. Pete rolled his eyes and signalled that he stop talking.
"I'll let Lydia keep you apprised of the work. I have some pressing matters to attend to with regards to our 'Friends'"