“We need to find another way out,” Luke said.
Frenchy pointed the way Luke had just come. “I am on ships very much. That way. New stairwell will be at end of this hall.”
Luke’s shoulders slumped. The hall was fifty or sixty yards long and might as well have been a mile. Then the stairs down to the water, and the rendezvous with Ed and the Georgian, if that was even happening. How were they supposed to navigate all that?
“We might need to carry these guys,” Luke said.
Frenchy shook his head.
“What?” Luke said.
“I have bad back. No one said before we carry men. Not possible.”
Luke rubbed his forehead. What kind of commando had Big Daddy given him? The guy was overweight, he smoked, and he had a bad back. He seemed pretty good at killing people, but that was all he did, whether you wan
