Sixth

Silently, he edged towards the open doorway. Ahead lay the window and the route to freedom. Within the guard room, voices grew more animated. He risked a quick glance. Four – more than he expected, but at least absorbed in a rowdy card game. With any luck, they wouldn't notice a thing. But there was no point in weighing up the odds – it was now or never. He slipped past the doorway, then stumbled as a shot rang out behind him. Shouts came from the guard room, chairs flung back, footsteps running towards him. He hurled himself at the window.