"Close your eyes." Len closes the gap with a blast from his gun, a strip of ice shutting out the water from floor to ceiling, capturing the rush of water in mid-spray with all the detail of an artisan ice sculpture. They can shatter the seal when it's time to go.

Until the oxygen runs out, they can breathe and rest easy. The room is cold, and there's a couple inches of water on the floor, but there's something to be said for body-heat. He takes a heavy seat beside Jacob, taking a moment to catch his own breath.

"Don't fall asleep. Keep moving your fingers and toes, or you'll lose 'em." Some people cave under pressure, and aren't worth the air they consume on the job. Len would rather work alone than with a dead-weight. Jacob put his ass on the line, stuck through it when the going got tough, and didn't whine about doing so. Len can respect that.

Still, open turning his head to see the dazzling sparkle of the room around him, buckets of gems beside a heavy-duty refinery, and a rock-wall glittering with a vein of crystal more bright and brilliant than diamond, he gasps softly, and deeply regrets offering that fifty/fifty split down the middle.

Len wants it all.