Like the cable in Carver’s hands is attached to nothing. That doesn’t last long. The cable goes taut, snapping so tight I nearly lose my grip on Carver, and then we’re swinging, just like Carver did under the claw-arm, only much faster. The train car on the gantry squeals in protest. I force my eyes open, and see the ground rushing towards us. The cable is too long, and if we don’t let go at exactly the right second, we’re going to slam into it at full speed. “Now!” I shout. A split second later, five feet above the ground, Carver lets go of the cable. I twist my body sideways, letting my right shoulder take the impact. As I roll, I do everything I can to keep my legs out of the way, tucking them up. It hurts like hell. I tumble, pummelled by the ground, and then I’m on my feet, adrenaline fizzing in my veins, sharpening everything in my vision. We’ve come down a few steps away from the entrance.
