How a Military Commander Exposed the Betrayal of a Deceitful Husband
The smoke was thick, filling my lungs with every breath.
I held the device up to my face, squinting through the tears.
The live feed was still active.
I tapped the screen, trying to access the metadata of the video stream.
A coordinate map flashed onto the display for a fraction of a second.
The location was only three miles away, near the abandoned quarry at the edge of the base.
“The quarry,” I gasped, pulling Daniel away from the burning door.
“We have to go.”
“How?” Daniel cried, his eyes wide with panic.
I looked up at the ceiling.
A small ventilation grate was shaking in the wind.
I climbed onto the metal crate, my hands reaching for the rusted screws.
“Give me a boost!” I yelled.
Daniel ran over, cupping his hands to lift my boot.
With a violent shove, I broke the grate free, the cold night air rushing over my face.
I pulled myself up into the narrow metal shaft, the metal scraping my shoulders.
“Come on, Daniel!” I called down.
He reached up, his fingers brushing mine.