The orc’s body, perhaps unconscious, perhaps already dead, was dragged quickly along the floor of the remaining hall and vanished through the open doors of the elevator shaft, following the elevator to the bottom most subbasement.

“Give me your hand,” Clara said, reaching down and pulling Randal back up to the top floor. The guards burst out of the stairwell, shouting and readying weapons. “To the roof!” Clara said, and the two leapt, pulling themselves up as weapons erupted below them.

The two ran toward the edge of the building, Clara removing her backpack and pulling out a dark bundle.