The new timer sounded in the crowded maintenance room, its loud beeping cutting through Grace's thoughts like a razor. She looked fearfully at the suspended device, its red numerals counting down from 00:04:55.
"Lucas," she murmured gently, her tone trembling. "There's another one."
Lucas followed her gaze, his jaw tightening. “Damn it. Henry’s planned this down to the second.”
“How do we get to it?” Grace asked, her breath quickening. “It’s... it’s too high.”
Lucas stood, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “There’s a ladder somewhere. There has to be.”
They moved quickly, tearing through the cramped maintenance closet. Grace shoved aside tools and crates, her hands shaking as panic clawed at her. “I don’t see anything! Lucas, what do we do?”
Lucas pulled a metal storage unit away fro
