Quin found the missing survivor in eleven minutes.
He did not enter the ruined street. He climbed the back of the starting shelter, crossed two roofs, and looked through a gap Max had left between the upper floors. The survivor sat beneath an overturned table with one leg trapped under a beam.
"There." Quin said.
Max stood below him. "Finding him is only part of it."
"I know. Come and hold the beam."
"I'm watching."
Quin examined the roof, the room below, and the ladder on the opposite wall. Then he sat down.
"You need a team for this test."
Max had expected to spend the morning testing the route. Instead, they spent it deciding what could usefully be tested by one person. Quin could identify shortcuts, check sight lines, and attempt to escape the course. He could not establish whether five ordinary competitors could carry six injured people through a street while monsters pressed them from behind.
