Even though Craig warned them not to come, Damian dashed towards the injured comrade. Jefferson called out two guards rushing outside the junction's door to assist.
They had anticipated, their arrival. But the timing was off.
Way off.
How did they know their location?
Lance was maybe true about the traitor among their ranks, conspiring with the Government.
Who? What would he gain from it? Money? It's always money for the likes of them.
They could have prepared earlier, days earlier, and managed to relocate at least two days ago. It was enough time to prepare for a week's warning from Lance. Jefferson had been missing out on the matter of urgency.
His incompetence had grown so unsubtly that even the Council had complained about it. He heard rumors.
At the far end of the tunnel, on a sudden right corner echoed footfalls of boots snappily nearing towards them. Vague shadows moved on walls where his eyes could see.
