Randal kicked his legs toward the stone wall, his bare feet finding narrow support grooves in the mortar, his toes curling, giving a little leverage on the wet rocks. Pushing with his legs off the wall, Ran held the guns back and slowly released his grip with his other hand.

Suddenly his feet began to slip. Ran grabbed hold of the machine. The barrels jerked closer, but Ran’s feet found a hold, and the Special pushed back, stopping them.

He began loosening his grip again and went for the access panel, flipping the lid down.

But his feet slipped again!