Milan — Escape Tunnels
Gunfire echoed through the corridors like thunder.
Vera ran at the front, the documents pressed tightly against her chest, with Luca and Enzo close behind, gasping through the choking smoke.
The escape tunnel was narrow, uneven.
Loose stones rolled beneath their feet.
The air was thick, broken only by the pounding of their racing hearts.
Behind them, guards shouted and fired blindly.
A bullet zipped past Vera's head, splintering a chunk of the wall.
She didn't look back.
She couldn't.
There was only one focus: escape with the truth.
Far ahead, the dim flicker of an emergency exit light blinked like a beacon in the storm.
— There! — Enzo shouted, his voice hoarse.
But freedom was still far away.
Guards appeared ahead too, blocking the path.
Vera made a decision in a split second.
— Split up! — she ordered. — Flank them left, create a distraction!
While Enzo and two fighters opened zigzagging fire to confuse the enemies, Vera yanked Luca into a narrow side corridor.
They ran, stumbling through the shadows.
Shouts bounced off the walls.
Metal ricocheted like whips of death.
The weight of the documents on Vera's back felt both like an anchor and a trophy.
And with each heartbeat, one thought repeated:
We're so close. We cannot fail.