 From the window I saw the long fingers of the searchlights pointed at the south wall. And pinned beneath the glaring lights was Bucky, frantically pulling his way up the rope. I watched as the bullets hit all around him, kicking puffs of powder off the stone wall. One of them had to find his mark. Bucky shuddered, slipped, then caught himself. He was hit and had to fall, but he didn't...