(Author’s POV)
The red glow of the emergency lights flickered down the narrow corridor, alarms wailing like death sirens echoing through steel and stone. Selene and Adrian sprinted out of the vault core as the incendiary timer blinked, 01:56.
Behind them, the charge was already hissing, the heat rising, a promise of violent erasure. But then, footsteps were heard.
Three figures in matte-black tactical suits appeared at the end of the corridor, weapons raised. They weren’t just any men, Rael’s elite phantoms.
“We don’t have time for this” Adrian came to a sharp stop, drawing his sidearm, voice low and cool.
“Then we make it quick” Selene stepped forward beside him, pulling two blades from her thigh holsters.
Within seconds, Selene dove to the side, her knife slicing clean across the n
