Damon and Nicoli both ran to his private elevator and jumped in. Damon pressed the button frantically for the parking garage underneath the building. The minutes it took to reach the bottom felt like hours. When the doors finally opened, they ran out of the elevator looking for her car. Nicoli spotted it first and signaled to the car, which was parked in the last spot but still running. As they approached, they drew their weapons. Cautious not to spook the driver. As the passenger door opened, they advanced more quickly and stopped short when the driver turned around and raised both hands in surrender.
“Paxton, what the hell are you doing here?” Damon shouted. “We could have shot you.”
Paxton, who should have been serious, instead chose to joke, “Come on, Alpha, even you would not shoot
