Two bodies drop.
Clean.
We advance.
I reach the door, checking the handle.
Locked.
No surprise.
Lucas steps up, already working it.
“Give me five seconds.”
We don’t have five seconds.
We take them anyway.
The lock clicks.
I nod once.
Then push the door open.
Inside—
Voices.
Panicked.
Shouting.
“Move them now!” someone yells.
Too late.
We’re already here.
I step through and fire.
First man drops.
Second turns—
Lucas takes him down.
Miles covers the rear.
We push deeper into the building, clearing fast, controlled, efficient.
A door slams somewhere ahead.
“Lower level!” Lucas calls.
Of course.
They’re moving the kids.
