He nearly ran headfirst into the metal wall of the container and squinted to check for the chalk markings they had scrawled across it. Big Mo patted him on the shoulder and pointed to his right, showing a vague arrow. More bullets erupted, but all sounded like panic fire. They followed the arrows until they located one pointing upwards with a rope dangling beside it.
Tugging on it to check it held secure, Dub gestured at Jenkins. Unsure if the offer was out of politeness or to see if a hidden sniper could spot them in the thinner layers of smoke above, he almost refused. Realising time was of the essence, he grabbed the rope, dug his boots into the wall and hauled himself up. Muscles straining from the effort, Jenkins fought through the pain of his leg wound and dragged himself past the t
