"Scott, listen. Do you understand? About them, the claws. Did you get
my message? Did you hear me?"
"Yes." Faintly. Almost inaudible. He could hardly make out the word.
"You got my message? Is everything all right at the bunker? None of
them have got in?"
"Everything is all right."
"Have they tried to get in?"
The voice was weaker.
"No."