It was only his enhanced reflexes that saved him. Ran dove to the ground, rolled, and vaulted to a cell doorway, pressing himself to the metal prison door, bullets flying inches away. It hadn’t been a guard. It was auto-response. They must have shut off this wing, thinking the security systems a better alternative.

A ceiling-mounted unit. Unlimited ammunition. Track and fire capabilities. No potential of prison control fatality or added arsenal for the escapee. A smart move. But simple programming should make it easy enough to confuse and disable.

Randal considered his next move.

Enough thought.

Time to act.