"You'll get them." He can promise that much if they make it out of here. When, not if, he has to think in terms of when. Otherwise he'll just get stuck down here with the rest of these faceless Phalanx. Been there, done that, would rather not do it again. The first time hadn't been fun at all. This time isn't amazing either but hey, at least he's not a fucking monster.

Okay.

Find the machine, fuck it up, move on to the next thing. Not trusting the lack of clacking and rattling of chains York palms one of the marbles he keeps, focuses on charging it enough to cause noise, and chucks it in the opposite direction of where he needs to go. The fizzle, crack, and spark ought to draw fire while he ducks and darts into the alcove with the machine. When in doubt? Charge the whole damn thing. "I'm gonna need a minute- You see the asshole? Try to cut his head off. Felix, not Locus."