“The rooftop.”
For a moment, the words don’t make sense.
Because we’re already thirty-eight floors up. There are only a few levels above us—mechanical, helipad, open sky.
Marcus is already moving. “Come on.”
Adrian grabs the device, ripping the control module free.
“Why take it?” I ask as we run out of the core chamber.
“Because whoever designed this system may still be monitoring it.”
The hallway blurs as we sprint toward the emergency stairs. The elevators are too slow. Too risky.
Marcus slams open the stairwell door. “Three flights,” he says. “Then the roof access.”
My legs feel heavy but adrenaline keeps me moving. Concrete stairs. Metal railings. Our footsteps echo violently in the enclosed space.
“Why use a trigger bomb?” I ask breathlessly.
Marcus answers while climbing.
