He reached out and pushed the heavy metal door open.

Inside, the air was thick with the smell of diesel oil and old dust.

A long corridor stretched ahead of us, lit by flickering fluorescent bulbs.

At the far end of the hallway, a heavy set of double doors led to the main floor.

Suddenly, a shadow fell across the concrete floor at the end of the hall.

A man in a dark jacket stepped out, holding a radio.

He saw us and his hand immediately went to his holster.

Adrian didn’t hesitate.

Before the man could raise his weapon, Adrian lunged forward, slamming him against the wall.

The man’s radio clattered to the floor, sliding across the wet concrete.

Adrian neutralized him quickly, forcing him to the ground and securing his hands.

“Go,” Adrian whispered, gesturing toward the stairs at the side of the corridor.

The stairs led directly to the upper office where Marcus was streaming the video.

I ran toward the metal steps, my heart pounding in my ears.

Every step felt like a mile.