"Jacques, you son of a bitch. You had be—" And for the second time that day, Handy slipped and fell, this time face forward. What he saw left him speechless and was enough to throw him off balance. He pushed himself off the ground, staring up in disbelief. He tore off his helmet, rubbed his hand on the water on the floor, and splashed it across his eyes. Yep, he sure did see what he thought he saw.