Red laser dots danced across the walls. Unsteady. Waiting.
Nathan's heart pounded as he scanned the shadows, mind racing. Whoever had them in their sights wasn't firing. They're waiting for orders.
He lowered his voice, speaking only loud enough for Scarlett and Henry to hear. "The lasers aren't steady. They're hesitating—whoever's holding those weapons isn't sure yet. If we're gonna make a move, it's now." He suggested his voice firm.
Scarlett, crouched beside Ellen, looked pale but determined. "What are you thinking?"
Nathan's gaze flicked toward the dim corner where Henry had already spotted it—an old maintenance access panel, barely visible beneath a rusted shelving unit.
"Henry, the panel. It's our only way out," Nathan whispered. "I'll create a diversion. We need them looking the other way."
Henry nodded sharply, adrenaline surging. "How?"