Not much has changed, Ewan thought, aware of his past rising to meet him. He couldn’t believe that he was returning into one of the dungeons he had sworn never to return to.
Life can be so messy, he mused, tapping the table where a rough map flickered on his tablet.
"Spider marked an old drainage path. If things go bad, that’s our exit. Tight fit, but manageable."
Hopefully that still was the same. And hopefully nothing would deter him from his mission tonight. Not the cries of helpless victims, and surely not the sight of Kael. Was the latter even at the location?
The five gathered closer, huddling around the makeshift table, to note the map, while the agents with them stayed ahead in seats, cocking and uncocking guns.
Athena leaned in, studying the map, ignoring Ewan’s contemplative eyes on her. Her brows furrowed. "And Lucas? You know he is injured... how do we get him out without him contracting infections... is the drainage system... where exactly..."
She paused, looked at Ewan, waiting for an answer, knowing they all understood her concerns.
"We’ll find a way, I will make sure of it. But it’s better we finish well, and follow through with the first plan... so everyone be alert and sensitive. Kendara and Lucas are at the Central block," Ewan pointed at a square complex on the map. "That’s where they’ll be held. Spider says he’s seen it, has gone in even to maintain a surveillance system, although he promises to destabilize that when we get there. But there are steel doors, and guards which are rotated every hour. We’ll need speed more than stealth. We need to be in and out in less than forty-five minutes. Thirty at most. So, we won’t clash with a stream of guards."
Sandro shifted uneasily, his voice soft. "And if it’s a trap? What if they know we are coming tonight? What if this is all a premeditated plan to get us all captive, a sure way to get the research, or rather stop the production of vaccines?"
Silence. Then Ewan’s gaze darkened. He looked at his friend, then at all of them.
"Then we fight. But we don’t leave anyone behind. None of us is dying here tonight, neither are we leaving without Lucas and Kendra, so let’s all strap in, let’s buckle down and do this quickly."
The words landed heavy, sinking into them like steel. Nods validated his words, even as everyone went around, sinking buds into their ears, connecting to each other, connected to Spider.
"Hello everyone..." He greeted listlessly. "Can you hear me?"
Echoes of yes, more bags being opened, guns being cocked, masks getting suited on faces.
"I’m not sure what Ewan has told you, but we have to be done with this extraction in fifteen minutes, give or take."
Silence. Static except for the jet humming around them, steady and constant. The air inside the jet was cool, almost too clean, but in it also lingered the weight of anticipation and fear and questions.
A mission to be done in fifteen minutes?
Brian, one of the agents with them, got to work with a charcoal pencil and handkerchief for precision, starting with his fellow agents, while they all heard the pilot’s declaration on the intercom.
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