Approaching the elevator, they passed the bodies Clara left in her wake. “Wait,” she said, putting up a hand. Randal paused and Clara pushed the elevator doors open, sticking her head in, looking up.

Gunfire erupted above them and Clara only barely got out of the elevator in time.

“The stairs,” she said.

“What about the other elevators?”

“If they’re at one, assume they’re all burned,” Clara answered. “We’re taking the stairs.”

“Won’t they be at the stairs too?” Ran said, following Clara.

“Yes, but at least there we have a fighting chance. We’re target practice climbing that elevator cable.”