Lancaster draws his grappling gun and shoves it forward. He fires at the cliff's edge as the bridge collapses below him. Tumbling down with the broken up pieces of wood, Lancaster feels the line go taught, and he holds on for his life as he swings toward the cliff.
He hits it with a loud thud, but still he holds on desperately to his gun. The other pieces of the bridge flutter downward and disappear into the fog. The rattling and crashing die out until all that is left is the wind.
After a few moments, when he knows the line is securely fashioned, Lancaster reaches his hands up, one after the other, to get higher on the line. Once there, he attaches the gun to his belt where it fastens tightly. He breathes a sigh of relief, then presses a button and is carried upward.
Along the way, he spots a hole in the cliff wall, a cave hundreds of feet above the ground.
What should Lancaster do?
