They dropped back into the dusty service corridor. The immediate sounds of pursuit were muffled by the building's structure. The fire door Arachne had picked earlier was still slightly ajar. They slipped through it, back into the stark concrete stairwell.
"Down," Fin said. Speed was everything now.
Their footsteps, no longer trying for stealth, echoed loudly as they descended. One floor. Two. As they reached the ground floor landing, Fin heard it. Heavy, rhythmic thuds from the main corridor connected to this stairwell. Guild security, converging.
He kicked open the stairwell door. He sprinted down the short ground floor corridor towards the service exit, the one leading to the loading bay. Arachne was a shadow at his heels. Scarlet was just behind her, daggers held ready.
