Peering over Six's shoulder to look at the car, John raised one hand, offering a small wave. Of course she'd saved them; the kind of determination and fighting skills that she had, it was easy to be envious. But he couldn't put this off, she needed to know, before he faced the others. Grabbing her arm, his expression changed, twinged with guilt. "Six...I need to talk to you first."
Not letting go, he gently pulled her around the side of the warehouse, his breathing shallow, right leg shaking from how nervous and guilty he felt. "We found the cave...it was exactly where your directions said it would be. And we got my chest from inside." Breathing deeply again, he tried to steady himself, though his eyes betrayed how hard this was.
"I found another one of us inside, Six. Number Nine. They were keeping him prisoner." Eyebrows knitting, John looked away from her, staring down at the ground. "And Sam..." His voice cracked just a little. "The Mogs have him. They have Sam."