Maddox, DeCoursey and Chadwick were left in the holding cell. Events were now deteriorating.
"What did he mean by the Endurance experiencing 'technical difficulties'? Some kind of communications jam, perhaps?"
He'd had enough experience of being confined in cells to do a complete search of it: Looking for weak points, things to use and things to exploit if an escape opportunity presented itself. As Chadwick checked under the chairs, the back of the door and the small, slit window that was so thin no man could crawl through it, he spoke his thoughts out loud to the others.
"What I don't get is what Tinker thinks he's going to get away with. He knows we've got a well armed ship in orbit and he knows we're part of a larger organisation that won't take too kindly to its officers being held hostage so what's his game plan?"
Chadwick stopped searching the room and stood up, deep in thought. "He's playing for time...but what for?"