Gabriel snaps toward her instantly.
“What tunnels?”
Another sharp pulse visibly hits her.
Pain flashes across her face.
But this time—
she pushes through it.
“There was an escape route for transport vehicles,” she says quickly, breathing hard now. “Wu used churches, schools, orphanages—places nobody questioned.”
Jesus Christ.
Russ points sharply toward the back hallway.
“Can you get us there?”
Hannah nods once.
Then freezes.
Fear flooding her face.
“Unless they already know about it.”
Outside—
headlights suddenly flood through the broken church windows.
More vehicles.
More operatives.
This wasn’t a recovery mission.
This was extermination.
Mason looks toward Russ.
“We move NOW or we die here.”
No argument from anyone.
Russ points hard.
“Clay, Gabriel—you take Hannah and the files. Lucas and I cover movement. Mason rear guard.”
Everybody moves instantly.
Training.
Controlled chaos.
I haul Hannah up beside me while Gabriel slings tactical bags across his shoulders.
The second we break from cover—
