Trying to outthink them, Ran didn’t go back the way he had come, but instead continued further down this hall. He hoped anything that had heavy artillery blocking the way would be a good thing.

Time passed without incident until peering around yet another corner, Randal quickly pulled back, hiding out of sight: two sentries at a metal doorway, thirty feet away. He wasn’t seen and Ran considered trying another rout, but perhaps the path of least resistance was not the path to freedom.

He steadied himself, considering the situation; then rounded the corner, batons in hand, ready for battle.