More excited talking from inside the car. The access panel on the roof 
suddenly flew into the air, driven out of its frame by a well-delivered kick 
from below. A head popped out of the open hatch; Nell skewered it on her knife. 
The man tumbled down into the car. There was no point in waiting now; the 
situation had gone into violent motion, which Nell was obliged to use. She 
rolled onto her belly and kicked both feet downward into the hatch, spun down 
into the car, landed badly on the corpse, and staggered to one knee. She had 
barked the point of her chin on the edge of the hatch as she fell through and 
bitten her tongue, so she was slightly dazed. A gaunt man in a black leather 
skullcap was standing directly in front of her, reaching for a gun, and while 
she was shoving her knife up through the center of his thorax, she bumped into 
someone behind her. She jumped to her feet and spun around, terrified, readying 
the knife for another blow, and discovered a much more terrified man in a blue 
coverall, standing by the elevator's control panel, holding his arms up in 
front of his face and screaming.