It smells like a trap...

You kick the emergency exit hatch open and flip upwards into the elevator shaft. You've only stayed alive this long by being cautious. Changing that now would be stupid with such a dangerous target around. You look around in the darkness, trying to find anything moving at all. Before you can see any movement, hear any noise or sense any danger, the elevator drops from beneath you. You have only a moment to react before the entire thing plummets to the ground floor, crushing your every bone.

You lick your glove and slap it against the nearest wall, feeling it stick permanently to the metallic surface. As your feet leave the falling cart, you feel your shoulder pop with the sudden strain of your weight. But your glove holds. You are safe.

Above you in an open doorway leading into the shaft, is the man in the dress suit. A cigarette is between his frowning lips and an FM/AM Ultra Sapper. You scowl at him. "I think we got off on the wrong foot," you say as you pull yourself to properly brace against the wall.

"I agree, mon petit cherie," the spy says, flicking his cigarette at you. "You should be dead." He goes for his revolver next.

You have to move quickly to take the offensive. What can you do?