"Where the fuck are you, Gael?!" the mutated rust worm screeched, its voice twisting through the throat of the former C.I.B. director. Her frenzied footsteps echoed as she scoured through the third floor, scanning every corner for her target—but he was nowhere to be found.
Earlier, her minions had telepathically confirmed to her that Sir Beyton wasn't in the holding cells on the eighth underground floor. This could only mean that the C.I.B. was most likely keeping him on the third underground floor instead.
Despite her small window to escape, she'd made the detour anyway. Twice, she scoured the entire floor, overturning every possibility. Nothing.
"Fuck!" she spat, frustration seething in her voice. She turned to bolt, but a few feet from the exit, she froze, finding C.I.B.'s two Void Tier operatives standing in the lobby, blocking her only way out.