A tube gun in each hand, he thrust his wrists through the hole he had cut. Sanlan and Lart were still waiting.
"Perhaps you should have others break through the walls," Lart suggested impatiently.
Sanlan shook his head. "There is plenty of time."
But Sanlan's own time ran out just then as Barry triggered the weapon in his left hand. He died instantly.
Lart whirled. Barry fired the other tube. Lart screamed and doubled over in agony.
"Xintel!" Barry called.
She came up with a rush.
Lart was still alive, and he screamed as they emerged onto the roof. Answering yells came from below.
"Let's go!" Barry barked as attackers began to swarm out of the house.
They swam desperately, side by side. The members of the mob trailed after them, but although they split the water with bloodthirsty yells they were reluctant in their efforts to close with the fugitives. Xintel had taught them respect during the battle inside the house, and Barry was a dread demon.