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Not good.

Not impossible.

They lead me inside.

Through narrow halls.

Dim lighting.

Concrete walls.

Temporary setup.

Not permanent.

That’s something.

They stop at a door.

Open it.

Push me inside.

It slams shut behind me.

Lock clicks.

I don’t move right away.

I listen.

Footsteps fade.

Voices outside.

Distant.

Then—

Silence.

I exhale slowly.

First real breath I’ve taken since the ambush.

Then I move.

Check the room.

Corners.

Walls.

Door.

No windows.

No obvious exits.