The Arctic CircleGuy dropped to the floor of the boiler room and looked around. Where on earth had Rochenbach gone? The boiler itself was still running, though at a low temperature but the danger of an explosion was high. The hissing noise was getting worse and the sickly smell of gas slowly filled the room. He rushed to the door tugged at the handle but found it locked. His head began to spin and he hammered on the door in panic, it couldn’t be happening to him again. To his immense relief the door opened and he stumbled out. “You!” barked Oleson incredulously, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Guy tried first to focus his eyes on the moving form in front of him then on the gun pointing in his direction. “This time I’ll do it myself,” snapped Oleson aiming the gun carefully at Guys hea
