Just a fraction.
Then more.
The guard doesn’t notice.
He’s looking at the other guy, muttering something under his breath.
Big mistake.
The restraint snaps loose.
I don’t hesitate.
I surge forward, grabbing the first guard by the collar and slamming his head down onto the metal table. The crack echoes through the room. He drops instantly.
The second one reacts—too slow.
I pivot, rip the weapon from his hand, and fire.
One shot.
Clean.
He hits the ground.
Silence crashes in.
I’m already moving.
I grab the keycard, unlock the rest of the restraints, and swing my legs off the table. The room tilts for half a second, the drug still lingering, but I force it back.
Not now.
Not yet.
I move to the door, press the card—
Access denied.
Of course.
I exhale slowly.
“Alright,” I mutter.
Plan B.
I turn, scanning the room again. Cameras. Angles. Weak points.
There.
I fire once into the camera above the door. Sparks burst, the feed cutting out.
Then I step back, raise the weapon—
and fire into the control panel.
The door jerks.
