The emergency tunnel was narrower than the prohibition passages, forcing them to move single file while Marcus's blood left a trail that any competent tracker could follow. His breathing had become labored, and the man who had spent decades projecting invincibility was rapidly becoming a liability.
"We need to stop the bleeding," Louis said, her voice tight with tension. "He won't make it another hundred yards like this."
"We stop and we die," Vincent countered while checking behind them for pursuit. "Those contractors are minutes away at most."
Ral looked between his wounded uncle and his wife, seeing the impossible choice written clearly in both their faces. Marcus's survival meant justice for hundreds of crimes. His death meant their escape became easier but justice died with him.
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