"Wait! Did you hear anything about Trevor? Our leader?" Lara's voice was desperate, but the three men didn't even slow down. They led the team outside to a black, armoured chariot that looked more like a mobile prison cell than a transport.
The drive was short, but the destination was overwhelming. The SA branch in this city was a fortress—twenty grand buildings encased in a towering obsidian wall. To enter, they had to navigate a literal maze of checkpoints and reinforced corridors.
"Follow our steps carefully," the leader warned, his tone aggressive. "Don't stray. This maze is automated. If you trip a sensor, nobody will be able to save you."
Thomas felt a prickle of unease. He could tell these three were seasoned killers, the kind of men who saw everyone as a potential target. As they reached the central command hub, they were met by a man who looked even more lethal than their escorts. He didn't waste time with pleasantries.
