Wayne Bailey drew his silenced gun, shot the lock, and pulled open the creaking door, not knowing where it led.
After climbing for so long, had they returned to the surface?
Wayne Bailey, holding Anna Jadwin, saw a figure flash by as the light from his watch was momentarily blocked.
Who's there!?
The light from Charles Harrington's phone illuminated Maxwell Cameron and his men blocking the way, the corners of his mouth twisted in a sinister, blood-red smile as he stared at them leisurely.
Dozens of gun muzzles were pointed at them simultaneously.
"Damn, run!"
Charles's movements were nimble; he squeezed past Wilfred and the bodyguards, retracting back into the iron door.
Wayne Bailey stepped back as the terrifying gaze of Maxwell Cameron commanded, "Don't move."
Now was no time to be still. Wilfred and the bodyguards shielded Wayne Bailey as they retreated.
Bang!
Maxwell Cameron had fired.
