Make for the treeline

Desperately scrambling up the scree, gasping for breath,Calvo tried desperately to reach the top of the ridge, not daring to look behind him, in case one or other of the guardswomen were there, stun gun levelled......

Suddenly a jarring electric pain in every part of his powerfully built body....every muscle seemed to spasm as one as he slid like a puppet with its strings cut, down the sharp scree slope. As consciousness fled, he had only enough time for a single thought...."stun shot"......before darkness fell.