The corridor grew colder the deeper they went, not just temperature and it all felt so unnatural. The polished elegance of the upper floors had long disappeared; it was now replaced by raw concrete, exposed wiring, and the dim emergency lights that flickered like they were barely holding on.
This part of the estate was never meant to be seen, but some had already gained access to it.
As they started descending, Lorenzo led the way, his gun steady and steps silent. Every movement was controlled, even as the clock in his head ticked louder with each second.
Behind him, Sofia moved fast, her tablet casting a faint blue glow across the walls as data streamed endlessly.
Isabella followed close, alert, all her senses at sharp alert. No one spoke because every sound mattered now.
“It’s getti
