Their footsteps did not slow down.
That narrow alley was like an endless corridor dark, humid, filled with the smell of metal and leftover rain. Breaths were heavy, steps chasing each other, while the sound of gunfire still echoed from a distance.
Richard Blackwood was at the front.
His movements remained steady.
Calculated.
As if all of this was merely part of a routine he had memorized perfectly.
But his eyes.
Were sharper than usual.
Colder.
Because this was not just a mission.
This.
Touched something much deeper.
"Turn left!" shouted Daniel while looking at his device.
The small map flickered.
The signal was unstable.
But it was enough.
They turned.
Entering an even narrower alley.
Almost like a dead end.
"Seriously?" muttered Leonard Graves.
"Just trust me," replied Daniel quickly.
The boy behind them.
Was no longer speaking.
But his steps grew faster.
As if he knew something.
As if there was something pulling him.
Or.
Chasing him.
Suddenly.
