I didn’t wait for them to recover.

“Siri-Four-November!” I yelled the next code.

The overhead sprinkler system turned on with a loud hiss.

A torrent of cold, rusty water rained down from the ceiling, soaking us all instantly.

In the confusion, the guards’ flashlights caught the heavy mist, blinding them with glare.

I spun on my heel and lunged back into the dark hallway, sprinting toward the basement door.

Behind me, I heard Voss cursing and the heavy, wet slaps of boots chasing after me in the dark.

“Mara!” I screamed as I reached the basement door. “Is it done?”

I slammed the heavy door behind me and threw the deadbolt.

From the other side of the door, a heavy shoulder hit the wood, making the frame groan.

My phone in my pocket vibrated against my thigh.

I pulled it out as I backed down the stairs, the screen lighting up my face in the dark.

It was a notification from the secure server Mara had set up.

The first percentage bar had just turned green.

The wood groaned again behind me as another heavy blow struck the door.