"Go." I yelled to Jocasta. She was off like a hare, sprinting for the fire exit, and I was close on her heels. She flung open the door and darted through. I was following her as automatic fire exploded off the wall and doorframe around me. I didn't hang around to check, but I was sure it was friend elf sending us a farewell gift. Slamming the door behind me, I looked around for some way of securing it. But this was, after all, a fire escape, which meant the door was designed so it couldn't be secured. I gave it up as useless, and took off up the concrete stairs after Jocasta. Wide stairs, frag it, easily wide enough for the rice-rocket, although too tight for the Harleys.