The footsteps stopped just outside our hiding place. Viktor's voice carried through the concrete walls like poison seeping through cracks.
"I can smell your fear, Abigail. It has the same scent as your father's blood."
Elena moved to a weapons locker with fluid grace. "Everyone arm yourselves. Now."
"Mother, you disappoint me," Viktor continued, his tone conversational. "Did you really think those old tunnels would protect you? I helped design half the surveillance systems in this city."
Lucky grabbed an assault rifle and tossed another to Commander Chen. "How many exits?"
"Three," Elena whispered. "But he will have covered them all."
I took a pistol, checking the chamber. "Then we do not run."
"Abigail—" my grandfather started.
"No." I cut him off. "I am done running from this mon
