Agent Out of Time

As the cart crashed to the pit floor below us there was a sharp jolt, as our rapid progress upward abruptly halted. All breath had been knocked out of me and I was light headed, as a result of it. In my disorientation I realized that I was head down and slowly I tried to write the situation. Pulling myself erect, as I hung in midair I glanced up to see Trent muscle himself and Deshavi up over the rim of the pit wall. Oh to be young again and be able to muscle your way out of a tight situation.

I started pulling myself up the pit wall, as I walked up the rope line. It was tough going and glancing up it was with relief that I saw Trent brace himself against the rim's edge and start hauling me up hand over hand, in a display of his own adrenaline charged intensity. I did my best to help him, as my feet found purchase on the rocky side of the pit wall.

The attack on us had lulled at the sight of our astonishing escape upwards from the pit floor, but now, as Trent hauled me upwards it started back up with a vengeance. Bullets ricocheted off all around us and sped off into the night whining angrily.

My face stung from where chips of rock had been embedded into it and any moment I expected to feel the slam of bullets into me, but it didn't happen. Trent jerked me up and over the rim and together we dove down to the ground, as bullets peppered the stones of the rim of the pit just beyond us. Trent was out of breath and laughing hysterically in between deep gulps for air.

I caught sight of Deshavi's wide-eyed stare at both of us from her concealed cocoon. What must she be thinking of all this?

"That was crazy! What comes next grandpa?" Trent asked, smacking my shoulder hard.

"Keeping a promise." I huffed out in response, as I pulled the small detonator control out of a pocket, and without pause I armed it and hit the button.

The wooden crates erupted with a seismic boom, which was followed closely by an insane inferno of concussive force, as the initial explosions ignited the fuel tanks. The entire pit filled with flame, as the prison itself was torn apart by further secondary explosions.

All enemy firing upon us had ceased. It was time to go. I rolled over onto my knees and got my feet under me. Flames still licked above the edge of the rim, as the prison burned like a glimpse into the burning lake of fire.