There wasn’t much to do now except wait for awhile. See if things would cool down or if anyone had better ideas. Hell, the crack-head might come up with something that wasn’t explosions or bitching about a phone. Though that annoying little prep did have a point, destroying the only way to talk with the outside world; or was she right?<br/><br/>Squinting his eyes, Williams eyeballed the girl as shots rang out within the concrete space causing echoes to bounce around, making the fleas outside more antsy than by even having the bullets hit the smaller of their species. “You working with the bugs? All the other shit is down but your cell was working? And would you stop with your fucking noise!?” Grunting, Williams decided to address himself. "Sgt. T. Williams at your help in military service."