She laughed. “You’re right. I left my pack at home with the lighter. Could you spare a smoke?”
Rogue stayed back, not wanting to alert the man to the fact that two people had entered the building.
“I don’t smoke, and you aren’t supposed to be in here. How did you get in anyway?”
“The door was unlocked,” Keira said.
“It’s never unlocked,” the man snarled.
“See for yourself,” she said and moved to the side.
As the guard stepped past her, his gaze locked with Rogue’s. “What the hell?”
Keira touched him with the taser.
The man dropped to the floor, twitching and moaning.
Rogue dragged him back into his office and behind his utility desk. “Go,” he called over his shoulder to Keira. “Find the target.”
Keira turned and pushed through the next door, disappearing inside.
Rogue flipped the man onto his belly, secured his wrists behind his back with a zip tie and cinched another around his ankles. He slapped a strip of duct tape over the guard’s mouth and hurried to catch up with Keira. He glanced down at his watch. Two minutes had passed. They had eight minutes to find the girl and get her back to the dock without being seen.
He pushed through the door into a hallway lined with metal doors. Each door had a small, barred window and a lock on the outside.
Keira was halfway down the hall, calling out as she peered into the windows, “Lily.”
Rogue ran from window to window, peering inside, expecting to find them empty since Keira was still looking.
When she reached the end of the hall, she opened a different door and disappeared through it.
Rogue ran to catch up.
The door opened onto a staircase leading down into a basement or bunker with concrete-block walls and concrete floors.
More cells lined each side of the hall.
“Lily,” Keira called out.
“She’s at the end,” a soft voice called out from the first door on the left.
Keira paused, peered through the barred window and frowned.
Rogue came to stand beside Keira and looked through the bars at a teenage girl with dirty, stringy brown hair, dressed in a dirty T-shirt and worn, faded blue jeans.
“Who are you?” Keira asked.
“Rebecca,” the girl said and reached for the bars on the window. “Have you come to get us out of here?”
Keira blinked. “I’m looking for Lily.”
Rebecca dropped her hands from the bars, and her shoulders slumped. She tipped her head toward the far end of the hallway. “At the end of the hall.” She backed away and sat on a thin mat on the floor.
Keira and Rogue moved to the next door and peered through the window.
A girl even younger than Rebecca sat on her pallet, her eyes red-rimmed, her cheeks sunken.
“Lily?” Keira whispered.
