Do you hear that?" Deacon whispered, his head leaning towards the faint hum that echoed down the corridor.
"It's a server room," Luciana replied in a quiet but firm tone. She quickly looked at the blueprint that Finlay had drawn prior to their entry. It seemed to be a labyrinthine underground facility, each turn possible to be deadly.
"Focus, guys," Marlene said, clutching her gun firmly. "We're losing time.
They pressed forward, their footsteps quiet against the metal floor. The air grew colder, the scent of damp concrete mingling with the faint tang of ozone. When they reached the double doors marked Restricted Access, Luciana signaled to Deacon.
"Can you override it?" she asked.
He smirked, pulling a small device from his belt. "Piece of cake."
The tension in the air was palpable
