As fast as they could, the remaining officers hurried back through the labyrinth. Wither was clinging to McGill's belt and Frye to his, to prevent them from sharing Crissly's fate.

When they reached the room with the large double door, they stopped to catch their breath and re-evaluate their situation. There were three more keys to be found in an unknown amount of time.

"Let's cut to the chase", said Wither. "If we play by his rules, he's just going to pick us of one by one. I say, we change the rules."

Frye nodded and checked her revolver.

"How about instead of looking for some stupid keys, we go on a hunt."

"Sounds bloody good to me!", said Gus. "Common and get some, you coward!"

Something moved through the shadows and landed right between them with a metallic sound. Wither looked down and saw small ball the size of a large orange and shaped like the shell of an unripe chestnut. Next moment the air quickly filled with dense smoke. Inside he could see lightning, like the inside of a thunder storm. Then the cloud had reached him and an intense pain went through his body when the electric smoke touched him. He jumped back, away from the deadly cloud. He had read about those weapons, that usually were reserved for the war. He knew to stay away.

The cloud was quickly expanding, leaving Wither no choice but to flee into one of the corridors. He dived into the darkness and suddenly something grabbed him from behind. He turned around, a blade cut through the darkness and almost got his arm. He shot three times in the dark, praying to at least wound his opponent. Then lightning flashed in front of his eyes, as a hand grabbed his face. Wither felt the same electric pain as before, racing through his body. Then his mind went blank.