The ceiling collapsed in sections, concrete chunks crashing where we had been standing seconds before. Elena shoved us into the service tunnel as the facility groaned like a dying beast.
"Move faster," she shouted over the thunder of destruction. "The whole structure is coming down."
Behind us, I heard Sarah Kim's voice: "My camera is still recording. If we die here, at least the truth dies with us on film."
"Nobody is dying today," Lucky said grimly, supporting my limping grandfather.
But even as he spoke, another explosion shook the tunnel. Dust and debris rained from above, and I could hear steel beams snapping like twigs.
"Viktor is insane," my mother gasped. "He is going to kill himself along with us."
"No," Elena replied, checking her phone as we stumbled through the darkness.
