Tony tried to grab one of the old-school emergency phones. Unfortunately, as soon as he grabbed a receiver, David Rowan’s robot fired out a pencil-thin laser that severed the physical line.
“Tsk, tsk,” Rowan’s voice sang through the speakers. “This game won’t be so easily cheated!”
Tony stepped back, taking in the room. The platforms shifted at a furious speed, but they did so in a rhythm.
“Hesitating, Tony?” Rowan mocked. “I can see why. A simple race car driver like you could never possibly manage to defeat my doomsday traps!”
That was the last bit of motivation Tony needed to jump into action, running toward the wall at a breakneck pace. At the last moment before collision, he leaped up and kicked his feet against the opposing wall to his right. He bounced across the narrow hallway, back and forth, letting his momentum propel him upward, high enough to grab the edge of the bottom platform.
That’s when Tony heard a whooshing sound and saw a panel in the wall open—and from that panel, boiling water began pouring out, quickly filling the hallway below!
“You can run, Tony Toretto,” Rowan said, his voice menacing and low. “But you can’t hide.”