“But the mass is still the same. They’re bulky.”
“We could work together.”
“If we lose control... getting hit by one of those is still going to hurt.”
“Do you honestly think if you find another way it won’t also be blocked? These people knew this place better than you. Plus, tick tick.”
“I know. OK, let’s try, but slowly.”
They climbed up the pile of carts, and Hjalmar chose a cart that was already perched fairly precariously near the ceiling. It looked like one hard tug would pull it free.
“Hopefully this isn’t a deep pile of carts,” Hjalmar said, getting a grip on the side mirror and the back of one seat. Rabia did the same on the other side, choosing carefully where she planted her feet.
“Pull on three,” Hjalmar said and she nodded. “One. Two. Three.”
The cart resisted their eff
