"There they are!" A guard boomed from the other end of a long corridor.
Max and the group hadn't made it very far before encountering The Brotherhood, who now stood before them, a six-strong armed hurdle, blocking their freedom.
Han backed up sharply, instinctively shoving Max and Dawson back around the corner they had just rounded. Bullets whizzed past their ears and embedded into the stone walls with a zipping crunch.
"Is there another way around?" Max spluttered desperately.
"This is our shortest route," Han replied. "If we turn back now, we could get stuck between two groups of them, then we really do have no chance."
"Give me a hand with this!" Dawson ordered, tearing a thick wooden table away from the wall to their right.
Max grabbed the table from the centre, and Han from the
