Quin arrived at the rescue course carrying a ladder.
It was longer than he was tall, light enough for one person to move, and completely within the equipment restrictions. Max watched him set it against the starting shelter and climb until he could look over the outer wall.
"The first house has an open roof." Quin said.
"Yes."
"And the next one."
"Several were damaged."
Quin descended, moved the ladder, and spent the next ten minutes opening a route that avoided most of the main street. He could not carry everyone over it. One survivor's injured back made that unsafe, and another could not climb without help. But he could reach them, count them, and learn where the others had gone before committing his team to a street fight.
Max left the route intact.
Anna stood beneath the ladder with her notes. "Does it make the whole event too easy?"
"He still has to bring them out."
Quin leaned down. "And somebody has to keep the ladder from being knocked over."
