“Get out!” Elena yelled from the corridor.

“Seal the door!”

I stood up, the heat from the leaking steam burning my face.

I ran toward the light of the dropped flashlight.

The doorway was a mess of shadows and muzzle flashes.

One mercenary lay on the floor, groaning and clutching his knee where Marcus had hit him.

The other two were retreating back down the narrow concrete hallway.

Elena was running ahead of them, her leather heels clicking frantically against the floor.

“Marcus!” I yelled over the hissing steam.

“With me!”

We broke through the doorway into the corridor.

The air here was cooler, but the emergency red lights were now spinning on the ceiling.

The security system was in a state of confusion.

The lights were flashing, but the heavy iron security gates at the end of the hall were not dropping.

Nora had done something to the central terminal, but she hadn’t fully locked it down yet.

We ran down the hall, our boots splashing through shallow puddles of water.

Ahead of us, Elena and her remaining men reached the heavy iron door that led to the service stairs.