Martin said, "Not necessarily. You go the way the wind does, always thinking of your own tender hide, of course."
Rodney cursed. "And every second we stand here doing nothing gives us that much less time to find a way out. Martin—"
"Make one move toward that switchboard and I'll stop you where you stand!"
Wass moved silently through the darkness beyond the torches. "We all have guns, Martin."
"I'm holding mine." Martin waited.
After a moment, Wass switched his flashlight back on. He said quietly, "He's right, Rodney. It would be sure death to monkey around in here."
"Well...." Rodney turned quickly toward the black arch. "Let's get out of here, then!"
Martin hung back waiting for the others to go ahead of him down the metal hall. At the other arch, where the ramp led downward, he called a halt. "If the dome, or whatever it is, is a radiation screen there must be at least half-a-dozen emergency exits around the city."
Rodney said, "To search every building next to the dome clean around the city would take years."