condensed master

Will Bonner
it was a mistake! Dan started to move and he was still holding the gun.
Fear galvanized Will into action and he fell with all the weight of his body
and knees on to Dan's chest. He's got to be weak from the electric shock! But
he started to counter with his left hand and Will could see that it was badly
burnt where he had grabbed the live rod.
What he didn't expect was the full impact of Dan's gun as it slammed into
his back. It hurt, but the weapon was dislodged on impact, and it fell to the
floor sliding out of reach. The two men rolled towards the spillway railing,
locked in a struggle for survival.
Where was Dan getting the strength to fight? Will felt the steel upright of
the railing against his back. A split second glance downwards revealed the
gushing torrent of water as it projected outwards with the force, before falling
into the waters, some sixty or seventy feet below.
Dan careered onwards and under the lower tubular railing, his body and
legs hanging over the steep concrete incline. He was gripping Will's forearms
like steel clamps and it was only the upright that was preventing them both
from falling into the spillway. Dan briefly looked down into the turmoil below
and then back up at Will, a look of terror on his face. His hands slipped from
Will's forearms to the rubber gloves that he was still wearing, a look of despair
came over his face and he shouted over the roar of the water. "I'm sorry Will,
please save me!"
In the next instance his hands slipped over the shiny surface of the rubber
gloves. Lying on his side Will watched as Dan plummeted down the smooth
concrete incline of the spillway wall, his hands outstretched like a sky-diver
that had just left the aeroplane. His fingers were making tracks in the green
algae covered wall all the way down, until he disappeared into the boiling
water below.
Will looked beyond into the calmer waters, but Dan didn't appear, not that
he expected him to. He would be dragged down into the undercurrent and
caught up in the baffle system, which was designed to slow up the force of the
torrent.
His body started to shake violently and he gripped the railing with all his
force to try and reduce it's effect. There was no way that he would be able to
stand until the shaking subsided. A feeling of sickness mixed with sheer relief
came over him when he eventually pulled himself up into the upright position,
and staggered uncertainly back towards the cabinet. His hands were shaking
so badly it took several attempts before he could get the high voltage link
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