The power cut worked.
One second we were in the dark server room listening to gunfire echo through the walls. The next, the shooting got louder. More confused. Shouting in the hall. Then the sound of boots running away from us, toward where they came in.
We waited five minutes. Felt like five hours.
Liv cracked the door first. "Clear. They pulled back."
We moved into the hallway. The emergency lights were dead. Just our tactical beams cutting through the smoke. Thick stuff. Chemical. Burned your throat to breathe it.
"The Nursery," Elena said. "We need to see what they left behind."
I didn't argue. We followed her.
The Nursery was on sub-level four. We took the stairs. Everything was quiet now. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you want to yell just to hear something.
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