With a look at the way he was dressed and with mud covering half of his pants, Ryan decided that the information he had to pass to the colonel was far more important than his desire to impress. “Come on, Pete, there’s the colonel and Sarah,” he said as he tugged on the computer genius’s elbow. Pete lowered his glasses from where they had been perched on his forehead and squinted toward the elevator area. Pete shook his head. “No way. I have to get to that restroom, Commander, or my legs will itch right off my body.” Jason glanced down at Golding’s burr-encrusted pants and shook his head. “Okay, Doc, you stay right in there and don’t go to the room until I’m finished telling the colonel why everyone is out to get rid of us.” “Right,” Pete said in haste and then turned and practically ran toward the men’s restroom. Ryan again shook his head in wonder at how uncomfortable these academic types became at the least little bit of irritation to their physical being.
