Hold On

They were all wrong. Tony was out there. James and Tony both just had to hold on long enough. It was just a matter of time before James would find Tony. Except, time was something he was steadily running out of. His breath caught in his throat, choking him with fear he couldn’t escape.
General Forrest had made it clear that this was James’ final stretch. That the resources to find Tony would be redistributed to other needs.
Needs above that of just one man.
“Come on, Tony,” he whispered, the words hoarse as they forced their way past his lips. “I need that signal. We’re running out of time, here.”