Black Water at the Port

He could not beat a dozen men head-on, so he killed the lights first. The warehouse ran on old power boxes. Ethan yanked the steel support line, the circuit popped, and the entire row of overhead lamps died at once. Darkness hit the room, and half the men panicked immediately. The trained ones held steady. Ethan heard one rushing from his left rear and jumped up a steel ladder to the second platform before the man arrived. His ears were already burning. His vision was starting to wash out. But the echo memory in his head had never been sharper. Every step on metal told him where to move half a beat early. Someone tried to flank him from behind.