Into the fire

Ethan didn't slow down. Every second counted. The underground corridor stretched ahead, the air thick with dust and the weight of a world built above them. The Time Loop Bank's operatives wouldn't stop. They didn't hesitate. Neither could he.

Lyra kept her pace steady, eyes locked on her console. "The access point Aiden flagged isn't a standard entry. It's a maintenance override, deep inside the corporate sector. If we use it, we're skipping every security checkpoint."

Cassandra exhaled. "That also means if we get caught inside, there's no getting out."

Ethan's voice was calm. "Then we don't get caught."

They reached the end of the corridor. A rusted hatch stood before them, old security locks barely holding together. Lyra bypassed them in seconds, the metal groaning as it slid open. Beyond it, a vertical shaft stretched upward, disappearing into darkness.

Lyra checked the schematics. "This leads into the lower framework of the main complex. No surveillance this deep—they assume no one gets in this way."

Cassandra smirked. "Then they haven't met us."

Ethan went first, scaling the narrow rungs of the ladder. The climb was long, the walls close, the air growing thinner. They ascended in silence, their only sound the distant hum of the city far above.

Then Ethan stopped. A faint vibration pulsed through the metal. Not machinery. Movement.

Lyra whispered. "They're already above us."

Cassandra muttered a curse. "They knew we'd come."

Ethan's pulse remained steady. Good. Let them wait.

He climbed faster, reaching the top. A service panel blocked the exit, reinforced but outdated. He braced himself and forced it open. The space beyond was tight—an old power grid sector, still linked to the main complex.

They slipped inside, sealing the hatch behind them.

Lyra checked her console. "We need to move fast. The vault is buried two levels below us. If we reach the core, we can access the system before they realize where we are."

Cassandra adjusted her weapon. "And if they do realize?"

Ethan's voice didn't waver. "Then we finish this before they stop us."

They moved through the shadows, weaving between dormant conduits and forgotten corridors. Every step brought them closer. Every breath felt like the last moment before impact.

And then Lyra stopped cold.

Ethan saw it a second later.

A figure waiting at the far end of the passage.

No insignia. No weapon raised. Just standing there. Watching.

Cassandra whispered. "Who the hell is that?"

Ethan already knew.

The man who had been guiding them. The man who wasn't supposed to exist.

Aiden Cross.

And the game had just changed again.