Chapter 12
The blast had successfully opened into a network of drainage tunnels, but it was far from an easy path. The air was heavy, smoky from the fire raging overhead, and the smell of raw sewage was overpowering.
Adrian pushed us relentlessly forward. He was operating purely on adrenaline and will, his movement stiff, his breathing shallow, but his grip on the leadership was absolute. He guided us through the labyrinthine concrete corridors, the noise of the house collapsing above us a constant, terrifying soundtrack.
We were a grim procession. Agent Maria supporting the wounded FBI agent. Jenna providing rear cover, her pistol clutched tight. Adrian and me bringing up the rear, navigating the darkness.
“How do you know this layout?” Maria rasped, coughing from the smoke.
“My fath
