"Where is everyone?" Sandro whispered, looking around the space they were currently in. Having passed two corridors with no one to fire a silencer gun at, things were beginning to look suspicious.
For one, Athena was beginning to think that Spider had perhaps gotten tired of being loyal to Ewan—that perhaps he had sold them to the gang. Worse, he hadn't dropped any message in their buds since detonating that bomb in the plane.
She looked at Ewan, seeing the apprehension in his face—something she thought was an alien quality, because her ex-husband was rarely flustered, always calm.
"Do you think we have fallen into a trap?" she asked him, nudging him with her shoulder gently.
He licked his lower lip, darted his eyes to the center block, which was right opposite them—no guards guarding it, as Spider had warned.
"I don't know. I don't think Spider would have led us to a trap. So, it's either this is luck, or he is being kept out of the loop, being suspected by Kael."
