C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - - - - D A N I E L L A
For a moment, Dani didn’t believe what she was seeing. It was a moment that lasted too fucking long.
It was Squad Nine that was making its way through the darkened corridors of Isabela, the first team in. Squad Six was moving in from the southern entrance and a few of the smaller teams were covering the exits in case anyone tried to break loose or grab a truck and plow through any of their people outside. Everything seemed quiet, too quiet, until the shaky voice of the comms guy in Squad Nine, Jarley, came over the line.
That alone made Dani frown. He was not the kind of guy to get frazzled, especially in a situation that seemed dull at best.
“There’s something down here. I can smell it,” he said, his voice low.
“What do you mean you can smell it? Shifters?”
“Yes… no. I’m not sure,” he spoke, getting a few confirmative nods from his squad.