"Microphone?"
Simmons froze for a moment, then quickly reacted and began rummaging through the tangled wires and cobwebs on the table.
"It's no use even if we find a microphone!"
Glenn Whitman said anxiously.
The others immediately turned and spread out, searching the room for a microphone.
"No! No! No! No!!!"
Simmons shouted furiously.
"Keep looking!"
Glenn Whitman reminded Simmons as he searched nearby.
Simmons immediately rose from his chair, grabbed Glenn Whitman, and shoved him into the seat.
"Kid, sit here!"
Simmons himself then joined the search.
"Damn it, they stole everything!"
Simmons roared as he rummaged around.
Sitting at the desk, Glenn Whitman adjusted the radio while desperately trying to think of a solution.
"How do we send a signal out? How do we contact the Air Force?"
Glenn Whitman muttered anxiously.
Just as they reached an impasse, Maggie Madsen, who was searching through a row of abandoned old desks nearby, suddenly stared thoughtfully at an outdated computer sitting on one of them.
"Glenn!"
Maggie Madsen waved at Glenn Whitman and called out.
"What?"
Glenn Whitman turned his head, only to see Maggie Madsen pointing at the old computer on the desk and shouting excitedly at him.
"Can you connect this computer to the radio and send out a signal?"
"What good would that do?"
Glenn Whitman did not understand what Maggie Madsen was getting at.
"You can connect the computer to the radio, then transmit Morse code!"
Maggie Madsen revealed her plan!
Glenn Whitman suddenly understood and shouted excitedly.
"Yes! Yes, I can!"
As he shouted, Glenn Whitman hurriedly got up and ran over to Maggie Madsen.
"Turn it around. Let me see!"
Glenn Whitman turned the old computer around and examined the ports on the back, then looked up and shouted at Simmons.
"Simmons, I need