Chapter 25

There is nothing quite like impending doom to make people lose their focus, and the gunmen were no

exception. The walls were moving at an impressive speed, and the fat one did not wait for instructions.

He did the math, and immediately bolted in the direction that had no obstacles, shrieking like a monkey.

His partner was distracted enough that the Red Panda reached out and took the pistol right out of his

hands.

"'Run,' the Red Panda said simply, and without his weapon the man saw no reason to argue the point.

He ran after the fat one at top speed.

"'Aaw!' the squirrel pouted.

"'You didn't hate him or nothing.'

"'I'd rather not be responsible for him being squashed flat,' the Red Panda said,

casting the weapon aside.

"'That does seem like a certainty at any rate, old boy,' the stranger said,

wondering if they had any plans for getting out of this one themselves.

"'What is Pavley doing?' the Red Panda asked.

"'Bolting back the way he came like a good boy,' Kit reported.

"'All right. Up we go,' he said. Sorry about this, Max.

At this he slung the older man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and leapt up the wall.

The walls were smooth and grated to make the climb impossible,

but the ancient Egyptians hadn't reckoned on static shoes.

Even carrying the weight of another man, the Red Panda was on top of the rapidly moving walls in seconds.

That was a little anticlimactic, the flying squirrel grinned.

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