One hand stretched in front of him, the inspector holding onto his belt, and with the gun in his other hand, Sam crept toward the wall, praying his feet wouldn't find an abandoned wrench or a discarded paint tin. Any noise would surely give them away; this was a dangerous game of hide and go seek. Sam didn't think they'd gone too far into the hangar, and after shuffling for what seemed like miles in the pitch-black, his outstretched hand eventually found the cool metal wall. The darkness was both his best friend and his enemy. With every painstaking second, he expected Asag's hand to grasp hold of him like a prize. Somewhere off to his right he caught the brief sound of heels on concrete. Asag was in here, and he wasn't far away. Heart hammering in his chest, his shoulder on fire, and Ackh
