Still in the narrow air duct and lying on her side, Clara struggled to pull one hand back and remove her compass from the sleeve she had slid it into. She checked her direction and coordinates. She should be close. Yes, another twenty feet, and she would be there. Barely able to maneuver in the tiny space, the ninja continued to pull herself along, wriggling her way forward. Just a little farther and she would be well on her way to rescuing Randal.

This was the place. Careful to remain silent, Clara pulled a thick ice pick from her sleeve.