The Rebel Army tore through the room, searching every corner with urgency.
"Check everywhere!"
"Don't let them escape!"
Boots slammed against the floor as soldiers overturned furniture, scanned walls, and even fired at suspicious-looking panels. The silver-haired woman walked calmly through the chaos, her sharp eyes observing every detail.
"There are no holes…" she muttered. "No vents large enough. No emergency exits either."
Her expression darkened.
One of the rebels grabbed a trembling Capital employee by the collar.
"Speak. Where are they?" he demanded.
"W-We don't know!" the woman cried in panic. "We locked them up! We didn't expect them to escape!"
The rebel threw her aside in disgust.
Meanwhile, amid the confusion, three rebel soldiers quietly moved toward the exit.
They didn't run.
They didn't panic.
They simply walked away naturally, blending into the flow of soldiers entering and leaving the area.
No one stopped them.
No one even looked twice.
