Holloway

Holloway slung low and greasy under the pisswall drain. A deadman zipped down overhead. Holloway froze and waited, welcoming the warm rain and drinking his anonymity down there in the dark. Holloway let the deadman go; his quarry lay further down the Pipe, down nameless tunnels and through lost spaces. Squeezing, Holloway pinched himself between the drop wall and the drainslot and entered a wide passage that slid down into reality.