Rex pulled his hands out of his pockets to grab his backpack. He was looking for something-anything to help distract himself from being crammed in the elevator. Rex tried to open the backpack, but since his hands were shaking so much, he dropped it. "Darn it." Rex said, picking the backpack back up. He opened it up, and pulled out one of the guns, loading it, and putting it in the back of his pants. It started to get harder for Rex to breath, it felt like the walls were closing in.
"Is this thing broken?" Rex said on the trying not to panic, hitting the open button repeatedly with more force than necessary. "If this doesn't open in the next five seconds, I'm flying out the top." Rex noticed his hands starting to blister up from opening the molten steel elevator doors.