Julian lunged forward as Mac’s heel scraped across the wet diamond plate.
“Grab the safety rail, Mac!” Julian shouted.
Mac’s right hand slammed against a steel stanchion, his fingers locking around the yellow pipe with desperate strength.
“The bastard’s got my leg!” Mac roared, his face turning crimson behind his Draeger mask.
“He’s pulling like a five-ton winch!” Mac yelled.
“Hold on, Mac!” Lin Mei screamed, throwing her shoulder against Mac’s belt to brace him.
“I’ve got your harness, Mac!” Lin Mei cried.
“Do not let him breach the perimeter!” Dr. Victor Corvo barked, rushing across the catwalk.
