Now Is For Running

Too much focus can be a bad thing. Here you are, dedicated to a specific goal, and bam!, this totally new thing comes out of nowhere to knock you completely off track. The next thing you know, you're knocked on your backside and you're lost.

That's the sort of thing I was hoping for at that moment. That's certainly what we needed. Thankfully it's what we got.

From the nearby doorway, which I could now see, in burst Harry and Larry. They took in the situation, quickly locating us and our predicament. Harry had nothing specific to say, just “Hurry! Hurry!”

At this point, this was not meant for us. It was directed at Larry, who was rummaging in his equipment bag. Larry produced a device from this bag and held it above his head. Clicking it on, he smiled brightly.

The dead gun men that had risen, fell again. Set reeled back as if struck. I saw or heard nothing that would cause this reaction. That was less important at the moment than the fact that there was a reaction as well as that Harry's “Hurry! Hurry!” was now meant for myself and Ms. Chapman. I nudged her. She moved. We ran.

For being a rather large man, Harry is quite nimble and quick on his feet. There was never a concern that we were going to run into him. Fear can be an impressive motivator. The path was dark with obstacles and corners but Harry knew the way and he was easy to keep an eye on, especially as he danced around display cases.

Even more impressive was that Larry passed us all up once we reached the exit. Smiling again, he held the door open for us as we dashed out of this enclosed exhibit hall and returned to the open area of the second floor.

This exit left us at the foot of the up escalator to the third floor. There was a gentleman waiting for us there, encouraging us to go upstairs again. Since Harry followed this advice without question, I did as well.

Who was this guy?