We sprint through the side corridor while gunfire echoes behind us.
The emergency lights flicker weakly overhead.
Water splashes around our boots.
The little girl starts crying in Miles’s arms.
Nora immediately moves beside her.
“It’s okay,” she whispers shakily. “I’ve got you.”
That tiny moment almost destroys me.
Even after everything done to her—
she still comforts children.
Humanity survived.
Wu failed.
The tunnel shakes violently again.
Chunks of concrete crash behind us.
Gabriel looks back once.
And his face hardens instantly.
“He’s gone.”
Clay turns sharply.
“Wu?”
Gabriel nods.
“There’s a command exit farther north.” Fury burns in his eyes. “He slipped out during the shooting.”
Of course he did.
Coward.
No—
not coward.
Strategic.
Wu would never die underground with witnesses.
He’s already planning his next move.
And suddenly terror slices through me.
Because now he knows:
My memories are returning, the operatives are remembering.
