“He didn’t have anything on him,” Daniel said, panting.

“I have the card,” I said, showing him the silver device.

“The countdown is at four minutes,” Daniel said.

“Let’s go,” I said.

We ran down the stairs together.

The air in the cellar felt even heavier now.

We passed Caleb’s cell.

He watched us, his eyes widening slightly when he saw the card in my hand.

“You found it,” Caleb whispered.

“We did,” I said, not stopping.

We reached the heavy steel door of the breaker room.

The lock was electronic, a small red scanner blinking above the handle.

I pressed the biometric card against the scanner.

Nothing happened.

“Why isn’t it working?” Marcus asked.

“It needs Caleb’s print,” I realized.

“We have to bring him here,” Daniel said.

“No,” I said. “There is no time to drag him.”

“I’ll get him,” Marcus said, turning back toward the cell.

“Wait,” I said, looking at the card. “It’s not just a print. It’s a retinal scan too.”

“Then we bring his head to the scanner,” Marcus said, his voice cold.

I looked at Marcus, then at the countdown on the card.