She does.
Instantly.
Trusting me without hesitation now.
Dangerous thing to feel in the middle of a firefight.
We shove through the old baptism chamber doors—
and Hannah freezes again.
Because the room hasn’t changed.
Not really.
Same cracked tile.
Same rusted drain.
Same faded cross hanging crooked above the dry baptism pool.
And judging by the look on Gabriel’s face—
he remembers it too.
“Oh God,” he whispers.
Hannah points shakily toward the pool.
“There.”
Gabriel jumps into the empty basin immediately and slams both hands against the cracked concrete bottom.
Nothing.
Then—
click.
A hidden latch releases.
The entire floor shifts slightly.
Holy hell.
Lucas appears in the doorway bleeding from his shoulder.
“We’re out of time!”
The church groans violently behind us.
More boots advancing.
Closer now.
Russ backs into the room firing controlled shots down the hallway.
“They’re pushing hard!”
