“Just go,” I hiss. “Dylan,
please—”
Behind us, Tobin blubbers, “I didn’t mean
anything, really! Just talking shit, that’s all. Ramsey—”
Something pops in the ceiling and Ellington
curses as a shower of sparks erupts around him, rains down. Tobin
twists in Ramsey’s grip. “Let me up!” he cries, trying to shield
his eyes from the sparks. “Ramsey, let me go! I didn’t mean
it. I didn’t—”
Ramsey releases him abruptly and Tobin
staggers away from the ladder, stumbles to one knee, gasping for
breath and rubbing his neck. “I didn’t mean it,” he sighs. “Jesus.
I didn’t.”
“Then watch what the fuck you say,”
Ramsey warns him, stationing himself in the doorway
again.
From the electrical panel above comes
another pop, followed by a sizzle and more of Ellington’s low
curses. “What are you doingup there?” Maclin wants to
know.
Before Ellington can reply, the flash slips
from his hand, splashing light on the walls, the men’s faces, the