The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VII part 3(15)

Karrson laid his aching body against the opposite railing for a moment, wiping the blood off his visor. He evened his breaths, and took the rifle in his bloody hands. He shall have to secure the roof, so he made his way up the last flight of stairs before it ended in a bright opening that lead to the roof. An intercom, the existence of which he had not known before, blasted out a familiar voice, slightly crackled: it was Clark.
“This is Clark, calling out to the two outside. If you are still alive,” he chuckled, “please enter through the front gates. I am opening them now.”