Isabel POV
Explosions and gunfire ricocheted off concrete walls, punctuated by shouts and screams.
Isabel POV
Explosions and gunfire ricocheted off concrete walls, punctuated by shouts and screams.
The mechanical voice over the intercom had been haunting in its finality: "Containment protocol initiated. No one leaves."
I bolted from the server room with my laptop clutched to my chest, my mind racing. Somewhere in these files was a way out, a weakness in the system I'd unwittingly helped build.
"Miguel!" I called, spotting him barricading the main corridor. His eyes snapped to me.
"What did you find?" he demanded, not pausing in his task of positioning wreckages for cover.
"More data on the project—but it's a mess. They've buried the important files under layers of encryption."
"Then unbury them," he snapped. "We're running out of time!"
