after you.
i'm going back.
walker should be coming up by now.
smiles and hits his headset radio.
he's on the way up. i could hear that jacket before i could see it.
i'll wait till he comes to me.
keys his headset radio again.
bulletin. the climber isn't walker -- it's a woman.
rotten weather for a climb, huh? i have two questions i'd like to trouble you with. ready?
this first one's easy. do you know a man named gabe walker?
you don't know either? i am sorry. that was question number two. thanks for your time.
goes flying over maggie, his shots going wild -- but he catches himself on the rock and comes to a painful but safe halt after skidding down ten feet --
woozy but recovered, has climbed up -- he runs toward the opening, firing his gun --
reaches the edge of the crack and fires down into it --
can't see what he's shooting at, so he mercifully stops. seeing the rope, he bends down to climb after them --
gets more pull than he counted on and takes a head first fall into the crack, disappearing with a scream -- qualen has just arrived in time to see this --
bruised and bloody, who has survived the earlier fall and made his way out. his look is not a forgiving one.
miss me?
calmly opens his knife, and re-laces his fingers into its brass-knuckle handle.
struggles with the stuck knife as the cave-in knocks him off the wall and buries him instantly --