The red emergency lights blinked on with a dull buzz, casting a dim, bloody glow over the pitch-black office. The heavy metal shutters had completely sealed the large windows, shutting out the morning sun and trapping them inside.
Julius stood perfectly still by his desk, his heart thumping hard against his ribs as his brain tried to process the shock. Beside him, Harrison moved with a quiet, terrifying speed, his heavy gun already drawn and resting steady in his hand.
"Get down," Harrison ordered, his low voice a harsh whisper that cut through the sudden silence.
Before Julius could even slide behind the safety of the large desk, the sound of glass breaking cut through the room. Bullets ripped through the locked office door, tearing the thick wood to pieces with a deafening noise.
