The room had turned into a living shadow.
Every sound was amplified, even to the low hum of the ventilation. the faint shuffle of boots on metal, the pulse of danger thick in the air. Luna moved first, night vision goggles flickering green across her face. Tom followed, his breath steadying as the familiar rush of a mission took over.
Nix didn't speak, but they didn't need him to. One look, one tilt of his head, and the team moved like a single body.
Suzy's voice crackled in their earpieces.
"Two guards approaching from the west corridor. I've looped the cameras for sixty seconds. Move now."
They slid through the broken-lit hallway, shadows slipping past steel. The air was damp and cold, smelling faintly of sea salt and iron. The hidden door Suzy mentioned was exactly where she said behind the mirrored panel of Camillo's wardrobe. Nix pressed his palm against the surface; the biometric scanner blinked, denied access, blinked again
Then he smirked.
