The rain hit harder as they ran.
Cold water soaked through Aiden's clothes instantly while smoke drifted across the ruined loading yard in thick waves. Fire still burned through parts of the industrial complex behind them, orange flames reflecting across puddles and twisted steel.
And ahead—
The convoy was under attack.
The extraction trucks sped toward the outer perimeter gate while Victor's remaining cleanup vehicles chased after them aggressively through the western loading route.
Gunfire flashed constantly in the darkness.
Aiden's lungs burned as he sprinted beside Noah through the maze of destroyed cargo containers. His legs already felt close to collapsing after everything that had happened underground, but adrenaline kept forcing his body forward.
Barely.
Noah moved ahead of him slightly, focused entirely on the western route.
Of course he still looked composed.
Psychopath.
