The cold night air wrapped around Mia as the group emerged from the server room, their breaths visible in the dim glow of the flickering security lights. Tension hummed between them like a taut wire ready to snap. Caleb took the lead, his gaze scanning the shadows, his weapon steady in his hand. Behind him, Zoe's movements were sharp and deliberate, her distrust of Caleb practically radiating off her.
The alarm's shrill cry was relentless, each pulse adding weight to the oppressive atmosphere. Mia lagged slightly behind, her mind racing. The revelations from the server room clawed at her, questions weaving a net of doubt. Could Caleb really be trusted? What if Zoe was right all along?
Finn moved closer to Zoe, his voice low. "If they've breached the perimeter, we've got minutes, maybe less."
"They?" Zoe echoed, her tone sharp.
Finn nodded toward Caleb. "Whoever Caleb's 'network' pissed off."
