Like the jaws of some animal, the metal came together, like jagged, broken teeth, cutting at them as they pushed their way through. Shoving at a sharp edge, trying to make room, Wyatt's hand slipped and heat ripped up his arm.

Squeezing his fist against the bloody tear, he fought to ignore it. Knowing he could worry about that, after they saved their hides.

There had to be a way out, it had to end somewhere....

There. He glimpsed the archway beyond the tumbling machinery, the pavilion beyond like something from the other side of the pearly gates.

"This way! Come on!"