"Zuan cold-bloodedly orders an immediate hit on the hotel room, unaware Bisma is already escaping down the shaft!"
Meira’s voice echoed sharply through the earpiece, her words laced with urgent panic. The signal crackled slightly, overwhelmed by the acoustic resonance of the narrow vertical passage.
Bisma did not pause. He pulled Julian Croft deeper into the shadowy recess of the maintenance ledge, his heavy tactical boots gripping the cold, oil-slicked steel frame.
"How long do we have before the strike team breaches the main floor?" Bisma asked, his voice a calm, gravelly whisper.
"Less than ninety seconds," Meira replied, her mechanical keyboard keys clacking rapidly in the background. "I am monitoring the hotel's thermal security sensors. A heavy tactical unit just bypassed th
