We took the stairs up. Between Rod’s injuries, my need to keep the suit from running off, and our crowd of former kidnapping victims, it took longer than the way down.
And oh yeah, the darkness didn’t help either.
The Nine’s men had thought enough ahead that they’d locked the doors to the stairway so when we got to the parking garage, I readied myself to knock it down.
As I lowered my shoulder just before charging, Sam said, “No, wait!”