SERA
The loading dock was empty, we slipped inside without resistance, moving through like ghosts. The shift change had left a perfect window, exactly as Thorne predicted.
Too easy, my instincts whispered but we kept moving.
Thorne led us through the corridors, his knowledge of the building was flawless. Every turn, every doorway matched his descriptions. We passed sleeping quarters, storage rooms and administrative offices.
No alarms, no guards.
They weren't expecting an attack, they'd probably expected me to surrender, Fools.
We reached a stairwell leading to the prison levels, my heart pounded as we descended the first floor, second, third. The air became colder, stone walls replaced polished wood, the luxury of the upper floors gave way to practical darkness.
Cells were on both
