Twenty-Three
Scarlet ignored the chaos erupting around her—she had to keep her head whilst scanning all the grids before her. Fisting her hands on the table, she closed her eyes and shook her head. She needed to calm the f**k down so she could concentrate. Opening them, she methodically went from split screen to split screen and…there!
It appeared he was being kept in a container; crates and boxes aligned one of the walls. Relieved, she watched him pace the length of the container, unbound and searching for something, probably a way out. The next screen on the video feed was of the perimeter outside—only a single guard standing beside it, casually smoking as the night burned away.
Her eyes darted between the two grids. Zooming in on the outer surface of the container, she took in the ma
