Isabel POV
The shot echoed through the factory's walls. My ears rang, a deafening silence pressing in around me as I pushed through the shattered remains of my calm. Whoever had pulled the trigger wasn't visible from where I stood, but the chaos in the air was intense. My breaths came fast and shallow, heart pounding as if trying to escape my chest.
My grip on the small key from the black box tightened. I ducked behind a rusted beam, trying to steady myself and listen. Footsteps—rapid and heavy—pounded the concrete, followed by grunts and the sharp clang of metal against metal.
"Miguel, you can't keep running!" Gideon's voice snarled.
Miguel? My head spun. I peered around the beam just in time to see him. Miguel had a gun in his hand, but his movements were defensive.
"Give it up!" Gideon shouted.
