Rescuing Jeremy

The gunfire had died down, but the air was still thick with smoke and the scent of blood.

Daniel didn't wait for permission—he sprinted down the corridor leading to Sublevel Three. Chase and the others were right behind him, with Arrow moving like a shadow at his side. FBI agents spread out, clearing the remaining rooms, securing the last of the guards.

"Move, move!" Collins ordered. "Secure the lower levels!"

Ethan's voice came through the comms. "Jeremy's cell is at the end of the hall, but—there's a biohazard warning on the door."

Daniel's chest tightened. Biohazard?

He didn't care.

He reached the reinforced steel door and slammed his fist against the security panel. "Open it!"

Ethan hacked into the system, the lock hissing as it disengaged.

The second the door slid open, Daniel rushed inside— and froze.