Eric and I walk along the space between walls. It's dusty. Quiet. We come to the corner. Past it there's no floor-gap, but the space is much narrower.
I look back at Eric. “Tight squeeze back here.”
He nods and shrugs.
I turn sideways and shuffle along. Suddenly I notice a beam of light slicing across the dimness. I cover the flashlight and approach cautiously. Next thing I know I'm looking through a crack into a control room like one we were in earlier. Two guys are sitting looking at the screens.
I have a ridiculous idea. I shuffle on a bit to let Eric get a look, and I feel the wall in front of me. Drywall? Must be. I hope it is. Eric and I move on a bit farther.
“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” I whisper.
“I'm thinking we bust through the wall and take that room.”
“Oh. Then yes.”
We shuffle back to the crack in the wall. I feel silly. Guys in action movies never shuffle. I must look more like a cartoon penguin than any kind of hero.
We strain. I lever my knees into the wall. One blinding moment then we stumble through the hole. I squint my eyes against the cloud of plaster dust.
The guy on the right is mine. He reaches for his gun, mouth open. I elbow him in the face before he can fire.
Loud pop to my left. The guy in front of Eric has a gun in his hand.
I reach out and slam the guy's head into his desk. He drops the gun, limp.
I turn to look at Eric. Red is spreading from a spot on his thigh. Over a loudspeaker comes a pleasant male voice that says, “Repeating the message to the invaders, in case you missed it. I'll kill one prisoner every ten minutes until you present yourselves at the Loft.”
Eric falls down.
I don't understand what's going on.
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