Controlled.
Inside—
Everything changes.
The air is cooler.
Filtered.
Too perfect.
Hallways stretch out in both directions, spotless and empty, like no one’s been here in hours.
Or like they’ve been waiting.
“Split,” Ethan whispers. “Ronan, Cal—left. Jonah, with me. Jase, Mila, Daniel—center.”
Perfect.
Exactly where I want to be.
I fall into step beside Mila as we move down the central corridor, Daniel just ahead of us.
“Tell me you’ve got more than just a map in your head,” I murmur to him.
“I’ve got access,” he says without looking back.
“Same thing?”
“Not even close.”
Good answer.
Still watching him.
Always watching him.
We reach a junction.
Daniel slows.
Raises a hand.
Stops.
Instantly, we freeze.
No sound.
No movement.
Nothing.
Then—
Footsteps.
Distant.
