Alsen boosted Sasha into the ventilation shaft, then followed, guns at the ready.
"Keep moving," Alsen whispered, eyes scanning the dimly lit duct.
Sasha crawled forward, wincing from his forehead wound.
Suddenly, the shaft echoed with footsteps and muffled voices.
"Incoming!" Alsen whispered.
A operative's face appeared through the vent grid.
Alsen took him out with a precise shot.
More operatives closed in, firing through the vents.
"Alsen, we need to move, now!" Sasha urged.
Alsen provided covering fire as Sasha dragged himself forward.
A vent grid burst open ahead, revealing a group of heavily armed operatives.
"Dead end," Sasha growled.
Alsen and Sasha opened fire, bullets ripping through the ventilation shaft. Operatives returned fire, the air thick with gunfire.
Alsen took out two operatives, but more poured in.
"Sasha, we can't hold!" Alsen yelled.
