The meeting had concluded, and everyone was now back on the ship. The others thought it was pretty obvious what the right thing to do was, to wait for more information.
Quinn didn't even know if Vorden was truly in trouble or not. There was no image of him, they only shared a single phone call. There was a chance he wasn't even at the Blade's residence, that the coordinates that Owen had given were a trap.
He could potentially be going to the most dangerous place on Earth and for no reason. There were just too many details that needed to be clarified before making a solid decision.
All of the group were sitting at the round table, following Quinn's order of a meeting.
"I understand what you are all saying," Quinn said. "But he asked me to save him. He said he needed my help. Even now as the clock is ticking, I'm thinking what if we were too late, what if I had acted sooner? If we wait and I find out that Vorden had died, then I don't think I could live with myself."