There was the corner. The Special had to make his move.

Nearly on top of the prisoner, the orc reached out his enormous hand.

Turning left, Ran kicked his legs out, falling hard to the ground and avoiding the grasping hand of the orc. Ran stayed as close to the wall as he could, dragging his arms and legs, sliding only a little to his right.

There it was above him. What Ran had seen before, and why he had avoided this hallway earlier.

A ceiling mount kicked to life. Swiveling, its double barrels rapidly took aim on the Special.