The platform was approaching the next break between containers, a thick black cable coiling from the gap. Alice moved to the front and wrapped the cable around her fist as more gunfire broke from above. She leaned back; the cable stretched then held, and she lifted her feet onto the side of the hull. It would take her weight. The gantry clanked onward as she hauled herself up, arm over arm. Her chest shrieked, her shoulders throbbed, but inch by inch, the deck crept closer. A small ledge ran below the top; she jammed her boot tips into it and looked down. The platform had almost passed her; only seconds remained. With a breath, she lifted her head.