Nathan stood nearby, gun raised, watching the corridor entrances. He looked exhausted, blood-spattered, and desperate. When he saw me, relief flashed across his face.

"Alexei, thank God. We need to get her out of here before—"

Guards burst from three different corridors, weapons firing. Nathan returned fire, dropping two before the others took cover. More would come. They always did.

I ran to Maya, dodging bullets that sparked off the floor. "Maya! We need to leave. Now."

She ...