But we didn’t have a lot of options. Not bothering to comment, I leaped for the first hold and began hauling myself up. I could hear Hugh following me. I could also hear the pings of fléchettes bouncing off the wall. None had struck me yet, but I couldn’t tell about my backpack. Would the fléchettes penetrate the material? Would they harm the matrix? With a snarl, I redoubled my efforts and popped over the top of the wall.