"She'll have to come with us. Let's go," Savage said, there was no time for argument or recrimination.
He kicked open the hatch and jumped down to the rubble covered floor. Flames were already crackling behind the ship as he helped Larhana alight, and when Slan had joined them he blasted their way through the wall into a corridor.
With Slan in the lead they ran to the levitor bank. They had just reached it when a pair of doors slid open and black-uniformed men poured out, only to be cut down bloodily by Savage's blaster. The carnage lasted only a few moments and then they were in the levitor.
"Czako's offices are on the forty-fifth floor," Slan explained as he pressed the stud. "They will be thick with his men, of course."
Savage nodded grimly, his weapons ready, and watched the moving indicator. Then, as the forty-third floor clicked by and they were bracing themselves for the rush, a muffled blast rocked the building. The lights went out and they were hurled to the floor as the car stopped abruptly. Then they began to fall.
For an agonizing moment they felt helpless, doomed. Then the safety brakes went on and the car ground to a halt.
"What happened?" Larhana gasped.
"The fire must have gotten to the scout's fuel or blaster magazine and it blew up," Savage said. "But we've got to get out of here."
Slan produced a hand torch while Savage tried to open the doors.
"They're jammed," he said after a moment's effort. "Stand back. I'll use a blaster."