He could hear Edwin's voice which was a small relief. It was a good sign if he was conscious, and it would be easier to search for signs of internal trauma. Owen wanted to hope that Chase had some kind of lock picking idea with... fuck, some part of their phone, to get those cuffs off. But Chase looked pretty worse for wear and Owen wasn't sure how much the kid would really be able to help at this point. They just needed a chance to get out of there.
"You can push him toward me," Owen told Oliver, motioning through the bars at Chase. "I can try to help as much as I can from here." He knew Oliver had fucked up his hand, and it would be difficult peeling all that tape with one hand... and Owen was afraid Simms would be coming back. They needed to move quickly.