There was a rasp of turning keys and a flash. Suddenly they found themselves outside and very high up. Skratch was used to heights and
jumped around. Everyone else looked over the parapet. "Does this usually happen, Keeper?" asked the Wabbit. "Not as a rule," said the Keeper. "Usually a set of instructions comes sliding under
the door. It opens and I go out." The
Wabbit pulled a walkie talkie from his fur and hit it for luck. "Hello Wabbit Command, come in!" There was silence. "Hello Wabbit
Command, Wabbit calling. "Another silence then the radio crackled. "Wabbit Command. Reading you. Over." The Wabbit shook his head. "Please engage the Quantum Key." Another pause. "Say
again, Commander!" The Wabbit groaned and said it again. "Engaging security encryption," confirmed Wabbit Command. "Go ahead." "We
have a situation," said the Wabbit. "Please define," said Wabbit Command. "A set of circumstances in which one finds
oneself," snapped the Wabbit. Lapinette poked him and the Wabbit’s
stomach groaned. "Are you injured, Commander?" said Wabbit Command. "Not yet," said
the Wabbit. "This is an Agents of Rabit proximity warning. Backup required." "On its way," said Wabbit Command. "Anything
else?" "A salad sandwich," said the Wabbit.
