Loud voices emerge from the corridor. Marching footsteps echo with heavy intent. Fear kickstarts in you.
Maz is quick to the other end of the garage, skidding on the shattered debris. They slam on a release button, activating the rolling door. It's ascent is glacial, mechanical and whirring and too slow for the getaway you're all trying to make. As soon as it reveals enough of the outside, the group are quick to duck under and desert the garage for darkness.
"Hey! Stop!" A voice booms behind you.
Alarms continue to trigger, somewhere across the vast garden and one on the far side of the house. On the driveway, figures approach from the evening fog, black silhouettes against stark white light. Tall, wide and armed.
Sunny is the first to land a blow. Fast. Unrelenting. One, two, punches land as he throws himself at the black suits, you and the others fleeing away. Sunnys strength sends one of the guards spiralling, ungracefully thudding to the gravel on the receiving end of another gruelling right hook.
There's a faint stutter, Aimee rooted in place shouting at him to follow, turning to shrieks as Sunny shouts for you to go. His breath leaves in a yell, tackled to ground and pinned by two bodies. Maz's determined arm rips Aimee way, ignoring her screaming protests.
You break into a full sprint across the lawn. Grass thuds against your shoes. Fire lines your lungs.
All you can do is run.