We move through the warehouse, using huge generators as cover. The sound of footsteps makes us freeze. Dante takes out another guard silently.
We find the stairs leading down. The stairwell is dark, lit only by emergency lighting. At the bottom, two guards sit in chairs, talking.
Two shots. They slump over.
Suddenly the lights cut out completely. We activate night vision.
"Someone knows you're here," Rafa warns through the comm.
"Then we move faster," I respond.
We clear rooms methodically. Then I hear movement at the end of the hallway. Gunfire erupts. Dante and I return fire. A man drops.
At the end of the hall, we find a heavy iron door. It's locked.
"Elena!" I shout. "Elena, can you hear me?"
No response.
I kick the door. It doesn't budge.
"We need the key," Dante says.
We backtrack, searching bodies. Nothing.
"Remaining heat signatures are on the upper level," Rafa informs us. "One room, northeast corner."
We head back upstairs, moving quickly now. I can hear voices as we approach.
"—can't wait to fuck that pussy?—"
"—that ass is mine?—"
"Will you both shut up? Neither of you get anything until I'm done with her."
Rage explodes through me. I burst through the door, already firing.
Two men drop, grabbing their legs where I've shot them. Femoral arteries. They'll bleed out fast.
The third man fires back. I count his shots. When he clicks empty, I step out and shoot him in both shoulders. He drops his gun, falling back into the chair.
Dante enters behind me, checking the two bleeding men. "Dead."
I walk up to the man in the chair. He's smirking despite the pain, blood soaking through his expensive suit. "Marco! How wonderful. We were just talking about you."
I recognize Ronan immediately and I punch him in the face. He laughs.
"Where's the key to Elena's cell?"
"A key? I don't know anything about a key." He leans forward. "What I do know is how sweet Elena's whimpers were when I touched her?—"
I shoot him in the knee. He screams.
"The. Key."
"Check his pockets," Dante suggests, holstering his weapon and holding Ronan’s arms.
I search him roughly, finding it in his jacket. "Got it."
