He dropped the cords, scrambling to his feet again. The guards would soon know he had taken out the gun and pinpoint his location. Retrieving both side-handled batons, Ran continued down the hall, now slowing at each corner to check for further ceiling mounted weapons.

He arbitrarily chose his path, avoiding obvious dead ends and hallways with more automatic firepower. He tried to keep track of his rout, mapping the facility in his head, but he was discovering the place was huge.

Randal slowed at the next intersection. Carefully peering around it, Randal took a massive fist to the face.