Skater threw himself behind an overturned table and had to shove the corpse of one of McKenzie’s men out of the way. Bullets and fletchettes thudded into the table top. One of them skidded off the Kevlar weave of his jacket. The side of his face was covered with a warm, bloody mask. He couldn’t tell how bad it was, but his vision was coming back on-line. "Time to go."