Grace dashed into the freight elevator shaft as mayhem exploded behind her. Derek was shouting commands, his associates were hurrying to intercept, and somewhere amid the commotion, she heard the distinct sound of firearms drawn.
The slightly open elevator doors loomed ahead, her lone chance of survival in a structure built to be a tomb. Derek's warning of cut wires and flooded basements lingered in her mind, but staying meant certain death, but jumping meant possible death, and the possibility was far better than certain.
She dove through the elevator doors just as bullets sounded out behind her, deafening the concrete area.
Her hands discovered the heavy steel wires Derek claimed were severed, and to her great relief, they supported her weight as she began a controlled plummet into da
