Eight minutes.
That was all they had left before the transfer began.
Eight minutes before those people disappeared underground.
Eight minutes before this entire place became a graveyard if they failed.
Aiden leaned against the cold metal wall for half a second, rolling tension out of his shoulders while Noah spoke quietly with Leon near the corridor entrance. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to move now, to start something before the guards tightened security even more, but he understood why they couldn't rush blindly.
Noah wasn't planning chaos.
He was planning timing.
And somehow that was scarier.
Aiden glanced toward the holding area again through the narrow opening in the corridor. The captives sat under harsh white lights while armed guards moved around them like they were inventory instead of human beings. One girl looked barely conscious, head hanging low while another person beside her quietly tried to keep her upright.
