Lana’s grip tightened on her weapon as the footsteps grew closer. The low murmur of voices echoed through the corridors, but she couldn’t make out the words. Her breath slowed, adrenaline flooding her system. This wasn’t part of the plan. Caleb had assured them that the facility would be empty, that they’d have a clear path. But something was off, and Lana could feel it deep in her bones.
Elena’s hand moved toward her own weapon, her posture stiffening, ready for whatever was about to come. Lana held up a hand, signaling for silence. They crouched low, inching along the wall, staying hidden in the shadows.
The voices drew closer, and Lana’s eyes flicked toward the source. Two men in dark uniforms rounded the corner, carrying rifles. They weren’t Dean’s usual soldiers. These men had a dif
