Jamie moved quietly behind the five-floored building, keeping low while chaos spread across the base like wildfire.
I knew my plan would work, I just didn't know it would work this good.
Nearly eighty percent of the people inside looked completely lost, running around with no real structure or coordination.
Humans on Earth had drills for this kind of thing—constant preparation for panic before panic ever came.
But here in Midworld, the absence of that kind of preparation was painfully obvious.
People were shouting. Running. Looking for orders that weren't coming fast enough. It was messy, and for Jamie, that mess was perfect.
After circling the back area for a while, his eyes finally landed on what looked like a large metal door built directly into the ground, almost like the entrance to some underground garage.
There was no doubt about it. This had to be the entrance the engineer had told him about—the very one he had been looking for.
