CHAPTER TEN
Mav stood over the dead stairwell mercenary, having confiscated his walkie-talkie. He took precaution as he climbed the stairs. He wasn’t quite sure which floor Marais and company were on. The only thing he knew was that they had gone to one of the higher levels upon leaving the ballroom earlier in the evening. Hopefully, they were following his escape route. The last thing Mav wanted to do was hunt them all over this collapsing edifice. Smoke from the explosion was beginning to rise through the stairwell, making it hard for him to breathe. He tucked his mouth into his vest and took a few short breaths. Time was limited.
“Come on, keep going. Don’t stop.”
Mav froze. He was halfway below the next landing. He placed the walkie-talkie on the ground and moved in front of the sta
