All three flinched when the slide snapped back into place. Hector helped Wynn limp off, the troll’s immense bulk looking like it was about to crush the smaller human. Fontaine paused to get his other knife, then slid it into hiding inside his black synthleather jacket. He kept looking back, trying to make sure Skater knew he wasn’t running, but moving toward the rooftop door at a quick gait all the same.