Ignoring the roof-ports, Craig crossed quickly to the parapet along the rear wall. A coil of rope, stripped from his waist, gave him a line down. In seconds he was upon the ground.
Fire-gun in hand, then, he moved along the wall to a deep-set, shrubbery-shrouded postern.
The door opened at his first pressure. A dim-lit, stone-walled corridor loomed, inviting.
An invitation to death, perhaps....
Cat-footed, Craig slipped inside ... stood taut and breathless, waiting.
But no sound came, no sign of guards or trouble.
Craig's scalp prickled. This was too pat, too easy.
But trap or not, here lay his only chance at Vydys, his only hope of reaching Narla.
Shadow-silent, he moved down the hallway to twin kresh-wood doors, one set on each side of the passage.
Craig pressed each in turn. But they were locked; they would not budge.