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We reach the tunnel entrance.

Part of the brick wall has collapsed inward.

A narrow opening remains near the ground.

Moreno enters first.

Will follows.

I go last.

The tunnel smells like dust, rust, and old water.

We crawl beneath pipes and broken beams.

Every sound seems too loud.

Taylor speaks through my receiver.

“Six minutes.”

A faint scrape comes from above.

Kane and Holt moving across the roof.

“North gunman still near the wall,” Taylor says. “Second gunman moving toward Sally.”

I stop.

“Why?”

“Unknown.”

The drone image isn’t visible from inside the tunnel.

I have to trust Taylor’s eyes.

“Five minutes.”

We reach the collapsed end.

Old bricks block most of the passage.

Beyond them is the baggage-room wall.

Moreno points toward a metal access panel near the floor.

“That enters beneath the locker.”

“Can you get through?”

“If the interior is clear.”

“Kane?”

His voice answers.

“In position.”