The tunnel system felt like it was alive. The walls pulsed with electricity, and the air was thick with the scent of ozone. It wasn’t a regular escape route. No, this was designed for something else.Something deep and hidden.Ella’s flashlight flickered as they moved forward. Adrian stayed a few paces ahead, his gun still in hand, scanning every corner. Frank, however, couldn’t shake the feeling that someone or something was watching them.“You know, this definitely feels like a trap,” Adrian muttered, glancing over his shoulder at Frank. “And I don’t trust that guy, Zero. Something’s off about him.”Ella, her voice low but steady, replied, “We don’t have a choice. If Zero’s right, then Corbin is just a pawn in something bigger. And we need to find out who’s pulling the strings.”“Yeah,” Frank said, eyes fixed on the dimly lit path ahead, “but I don’t like how easy this feels. We should be looking over our shoulders every five seconds.”Adrian snorted. “Too late for that. We’re alrea

Frank froze, his feet rooted to the ground. The cold night air bit through his clothes, but the chill running down his spine came from something deeper—fear. Corbin’s voice oozed confidence, like a man who had already won.“Get in,” Corbin said from the black SUV, his hand resting lazily on the door.Frank didn’t move.The passenger door opened, and a man in a charcoal suit stepped out. He looked nondescript too average, too clean. That was the danger. Those were the types who killed without blinking.“We can do this the easy way,” the man said, walking toward Frank. “Or the way you won't walk away from.”Frank’s instincts screamed at him to run. But logic overrode fear. He couldn’t run anymore not with what he knew. Not with what he carried. He needed answers, and more importantly, he needed time.So he did the only thing he could.He got in the car.The man in the suit slid in beside him, silent. Corbin didn’t look back as the SUV rolled into the night.“You’re smarter than I gave y

The mercenaries’ footsteps thundered down the corridor, growing closer with every passing second. Frank’s mind raced, adrenaline surging through his veins as his injured body screamed for rest. But there was no time. They had no time.Adrian yanked Frank by the arm, dragging him down the dimly lit hallway, his breath heavy and fast. “Come on, move!” he shouted, his voice sharp with urgency.Frank stumbled, his vision spinning as the blood from his shoulder soaked his shirt, but he forced himself to keep going, one step after another.His thoughts were a blur, his only focus on putting as much distance between them and the mercenaries as possible.But the hallway stretched endlessly in front of them. No matter how fast they ran, they were being cornered.“We need to get to the security room,” Adrian said between breaths. “It’s our only chance to get out of here.”Frank nodded, his mind still foggy, but he understood. The security room was their last hope. It had all the surve

The elevator doors creaked open, revealing a nightmare. Frank’s breath caught in his throat, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.Every instinct screamed at him to run, to fight back, but as he looked at the advancing mercenaries, his thoughts went still.There was no way out. Not now. Not here.Corbin’s smirk was chilling, his arms crossed as if this moment was nothing more than a formality. “You really thought you could outsmart me, Frank?”Frank’s eyes darted around the dimly lit elevator shaft, searching for anything that could give him a chance any way to turn the tables.His mind raced, but there was too much to consider, too much at stake.They were surrounded.Adrian stood beside him, breathing heavily, looking just as lost.He tried to hide it, but Frank could see the fear in his eyes. The fear of being trapped. “This is it, isn’t it?” Adrian whispered, voice tight. “We’re done for.”“No,” Frank muttered, the word coming out sharper than he intended.

The metallic clang of the weapon being cocked echoed through the stairwell, sending a chill down Frank's spine.He had anticipated danger, but not this close.Not with no escape route and no time to prepare.Behind him, Adrian froze. “They found us.”Frank’s heart pounded. His mind raced through all the options, but each one felt more futile than the last.The mercenary blocking their path was tall, imposing, and armed with what looked like an automatic rifle.His eyes gleamed with cold resolve, and a sinister smile twisted his lips as he aimed the weapon directly at Frank."You think you can run from Corbin?" the mercenary sneered, his voice deep and menacing. "You're dead."Frank glanced around, looking for anything that could give him an advantage.His gaze landed on the narrow, dimly lit hallway behind them the last place they’d want to run.The mercenary was blocking the only exit. If they didn’t act quickly, they were finished. "Adrian," Frank h