"Stick to the plan," Etzli uttered through clenched teeth. "We don't engage. We lose them in the maze."

Paras pressed closer to Etzli as they hurried along the crowded apartment corridor. "Do you want me to promise I won't kill anyone?"

"That would be great, yeah," Etzli said.

The place was a wreck, hastily built and barely maintained. The cheap doors did little to muffle the sounds of babies crying, music screeching, people arguing with their ...