The sirens screamed through the corridors, a relentless wail that rattled through Emily's skull.
They had minutes—if that—before Hale's forces closed in.
Kade clutched the data drive, his breath coming in sharp bursts.
Lena had her weapon up, her eyes scanning the dimly lit hallway.
The facility was a maze of steel and shadows, and every second counted.
Emily took point, pushing forward. "We need an exit. Now."
Lena tapped into a wall panel, pulling up a crude schematic. "There's an emergency service tunnel about three levels down.
If we get there, we might be able to slip past the perimeter."
"Might?" Damien's voice crackled through the comm.
Emily clenched her jaw. "It's our best shot. Voss, status?"
Voss came back immediately. "We're pinned down at the east wing.
Hale's security is everywhere." A beat of silence, then: "You've got movement coming your way."
Emily's pulse spiked.
No time.