“You know what?” he says coldly.
“I’m really looking forward to killing you.”
And for the first time since entering the bunker—
Wu laughs.
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Wu’s laughter echoes through the bunker.
Cold.
Calm.
Inhuman.
Then the speakers cut out.
Silence slams into the checkpoint hard enough I can hear the shell casings still rolling across concrete.
One ofGabriel’smen kicks a dead operative’s rifle away.
Russ reloads fast beside the biometric scanner while Gabriel works furiously at the terminal.
“Tell me you can open it,” Lucas says.
“I can open it,” Gabriel mutters.
A beat.
“Keeping it open might be the problem.”
Not what I wanted to hear.
The massive blast doors ahead of us hum with reinforced locking mechanisms buried inside the walls. Thick steel. Military-grade hydraulics.
Built to contain people.
Or keep something inside.
Hannah still stands beside me holding the knife she buried in the operative’s throat.
She hasn’t moved.
Blood drips slowly from the blade onto the concrete.
Her breathing looks wrong now.
Too shallow.
Too controlled.
Like she’s trying not to fall apart in front of everyone.
I carefully take the knife from her hand.
