He would eventually get to an underground, dark, smokey room.
He stood up, and backed away from the hole.
Scaleraker tried to help him up.
“Well, now what?” He asked.
Forager shakes his head.
“Nah,” he says.
“Hope there aren’t any drones left.”
“Then now what?”
“Oh, now you don’t! You are not coming anywhere with us! Especially not now that you conveniently told us your entire plan! Why did you do it anyway?”
“Obviously.” he said, looking around the room, taking in his surroundings.
“Becausssse I doubt I will sssucceed at thisss point.”
“Keep digging? I dunno.”
There was too mich smoke for him to see clearly.
“Ye sure! And I don’t have my machine guns pointed at you! Whoops! I do!”
“Hell yeah!” he yelled as he started drilling into a random wall.
“Well, which direction shall we go?” he asked.
Slyther raised his eyebrow.
“Yeah; that’s the spirit,” Forager deadpans. Moley begins to roll down the tunnel.
“…Oooor we could see where this goes…” Forager supposes, shrugging his shoulders.
“Dunno. Have night vision?”
“Now, you have three minutes to…”
“YOU GUYS ARE SO LOUD!” somebody yelled from behind them.
“OK.” he said, following.
Forager and Moley proceed down the tunnel, unsure of where it would take them.
“Why d’ya keep that mole anyway?”
“Moderate. Enough to see while I’m digging.”