"We are lost, aren't we?" Silas asked, his voice flat as he watched Salvar pinch at the phone screen and zoom in on the map for the third time since they had entered the building.
"No," Salvar said, still scrolling. "We can find it. It's here somewhere. The layout is just poorly designed."
Silas said nothing. He simply watched Salvar turn the phone sideways, then upright again, squinting at the tiny blue dot that was supposed to represent their position. The dot had not moved in a while. Neither had they.
In his previous life, Salvar had solved missions that were far more dangerous than this. He had infiltrated secure compounds and extracted high value targets and walked out of situations that should have killed him.
