Air Page #3

- Not a good time, buddy!

- Open the door! Come on!

I need the fire extinguisher!

There's a fire!

You didn't have to rip it apart.

- Yeah, well, I thought it would help.

- That's not right.

Hey, you were responsible

for checking the diagnostics!

Hey, you hurt?

- Let me see it.

- No.

Oh, come on. Stop being a baby.

- How'd you get that?

- From your stupid tank.

How am I supposed

to take care of myself now?

- Use the other hand.

- What if I need two hands?

Sh*t, we're out of air.

I don't know what we're breathing.

There's not much left of it.

- Come on, what does that thing say?

- One second, one second.

Bingo. "Emergency release

via Safety Reserve Cylinders."

Here, let me see.

You're gonna love this.

Looks like we gotta go up

the Airway Routing Chamber.

Come on, it's not any harder

than getting in your tank.

Exactly.

- Did the book say where it is?

- Somewhere in this jury-rigged operation.

Why don't you check over there?

- Wait, did you say red valve?

- No, don't touch that one.

Red's the air outside.

Hey.

Found it, over here.

Emergency air and power supply.

Yeah, here.

Is it working?

Shut up, man.

Save your air.

It's not working.

Still nothing.

- I had a wife.

- What?

Three little girls.

I thought "unmarried"

was one of the job requirements.

I lied...

to get the job, you know.

Who knew all this

end-of-the world sh*t was real?

Before they locked the doors.

Can you imagine what it was like

for them up there?

I'm sorry.

I had about a minute.

I could've gone up, been with them.

And they sealed us in.

There's nothing you could have done.

You don't understand.

You don't have a family.

I can imagine.

No, you can't.

It's just you and me now.

We're a family.

Reserved air just kicked in.

Time to make our next move.

Let's go, clock's ticking.

Where the hell are they?

It doesn't say.

Maybe you're looking

in the wrong section or something.

"Deep Sleep Vessel, Service and

Replacement Instruction," right here.

Man, I told you this

is a half-ass operation.

They don't even have spare parts for us.

No, the parts are down here somewhere.

They have to be.

You see, this is what happens when you

slap things together at the last minute!

This is not the only storage room.

Man, I know every inch of this place.

This blueprint isn't gonna help you.

Long-term storage.

It's just a load of crap

for when the sleepers wake up.

We're not maintaining that area.

- What are those numbers for?

- I don't know.

- It should be safe, right?

- It should be, it's within the main seal.

The only reason it's blocked off

is to save oxygen.

I bet the spare parts are in there.

All right.

No second chances.

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