Not much has changed, Ewan thought, aware of his past rising to meet him. He couldn't believe that he was returning into one of the dungeons he had sworn never to return to.
Life can be so messy, he mused, tapping the table where a rough map flickered on his tablet.
"Spider marked an old drainage path. If things go bad, that's our exit. Tight fit, but manageable."
Hopefully that still was the same. And hopefully nothing would deter him from his mission tonight. Not the cries of helpless victims, and surely not the sight of Kael. Was the latter even at the location?
The five gathered closer, huddling around the makeshift table, to note the map, while the agents with them stayed ahead in seats, cocking and uncocking guns.
Athena leaned in, studying the map, ignoring Ewan's contemplative eyes on her. Her brows furrowed. "And Lucas? You know he is injured… how do we get him out without him contracting infections… is the drainage system… where exactly…"
