Not the walls exactly, but the four grates located at the top of the four walls. They blow out in a timed explosion, followed by four individuals dressed in black tactical gear who slide down from ropes onto the concrete floor.
Taken by surprise, Black Robe turns, pulling the knife away from my neck. That’s my cue to drop onto my side, c**k back my bound legs at the hip, then thrust my Vibram-soled boot-heels forward like a battering ram against his right knee.
I hear the distinctive pop when his knee explodes, followed by a burst of the machine g*n fire that evaporates his cranial cap so that he’s dead before he even hits the stone floor. Glancing up in the direction of the cameras, I see both Lumberjacks reaching for their sidearms. But neither gets the chance to pu
