The air in the hidden room was thick with tension as they gathered around Asher, who was leaning against the wall, his face pale and beaded with sweat. Vince inspected the wound, a nasty bullet graze along his arm that was bleeding freely. "We need to stop the bleeding," he said urgently, assessing their limited options.
Ria pulled a first aid kit from her backpack, her hands shaking slightly from adrenaline as she worked to bandage Asher's arm. “It’s not deep, but he’ll need stitches later,” she murmured, her voice focused. “For now, we need to apply pressure to stop the bleeding.”
Kade, eyes darting toward the door they had rushed through, spoke up. “We can’t stay here long. They’ll be searching for us, and we have to find a way to get to Rohan before they move him.”
Vince nodded, feeling the weight of leadership presses heavier on his shoulders. “We stick to the plan. We regroup and strategize on our way out. If we can identify the main control room, we might be able to find access points to the prison. Kade, can you tap into their security feeds again, and see what we’re dealing with?”
“Already on it,” Kade replied, his fingers flying over the small device in his hand, searching for a connection to the House's surveillance system. As he worked, the others stayed alert, listening for any sounds that might indicate they had been discovered.
Moments later, Kade’s expression shifted, his eyes widening. “Got it! I’m in.” The screens flickered to life on his device, revealing multiple camera angles throughout the building.
They peered at the images before them: guards moving in and out of rooms, a few entering a control room deeper inside the complex. And there it was—through a series of hallways and behind a series of reinforced doors, Kade spotted a live feed showing Rohan in a dimly lit cell, tied but conscious.
“There!” Kade pointed, showcasing the feed. “We’ll need to take out the guards near the control room to access this part of the building without detection.”
They formulated a quick plan, knowing that time was of the essence. They couldn’t waste a moment longer. Ria secured Asher’s bandage while Vince used his abilities to amplify their adrenaline, giving them a needed boost.
“Ready?” Vince asked, his voice firm. Asher clenched his jaw, determination etched onto his face despite the pain. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied.
With a quick nod, they moved as quietly as possible through the corridors, Kade leading the way based on the camera feed. As they approached an intersection, they spotted two guards chatting, complacent in their duty.
“Now,” Vince whispered, signaling the group to spread out slightly. They burst into action. Asher and Ria took the left, while Vince and Kade moved to the right. The guards had no time to react as Asher dove forward, incapacitating one with a swift, calculated strike that brought him down silently. Ria followed suit, her movements fluid, taking out the second guard with a well-aimed kick.
“Clear,” Asher breathed, his face taut with pain but his spirit unbroken.
They moved quickly, inching closer to the control room. Kade had identified it just down the hallway, a padlocked door guarded by another two armed men. The tension hung in the air, the weight of their mission hovering over them.
“Let me handle this,” Kade said, knowing the risk. “I’ll create a distraction.”
He tapped into the building’s security system, triggering alarms in another section of the building. The sounds echoed through the hall, drawing guards away from their posts. As soon as the guards moved toward the source of the noise, Kade signaled to the group.
“Now! Into the control room!”
Vince led the way, kicking the door open and surprising the lone guard inside. They rushed in, quickly overpowering him before he could raise an alarm. Kade immediately got to work on the control systems, his fingers a blur as he navigated through layers of security.
While Kade focused on disabling alarms and keeping an eye on the security feeds, Ria rummaged through the control room for documents or details about Rohan’s cell and any potential escape routes. Asher leaned against the wall, his breathing labored, but he remained alert, ready for any retreat.
“Got it!” Kade finally exclaimed, pulling up a detailed layout of the prison section of the complex. “Rohan’s cell is toward the rear of the facility. There’s a service hallway leading behind it. If we can get through here…” His finger traced a route on the screen, “we can reach him without alerting any guards.”
Vince felt a surge of hope. “Let’s move. But we don’t have much time. We need to be quick and quiet.”
They left the control room and retraced their steps, moving with a purpose. The alarms had drawn attention elsewhere, but they couldn’t rely on luck. Stealth was their best defense.
As they navigated through the narrow service passages, Kade continued to monitor the security feeds. “We’re clear up ahead,” he reported after a moment, peeking around a corner.
They rounded the corner and came to a reinforced door, dull and menacing. Kade pulled out his device again and quickly worked on the lock code. They held their breath, and moments later, the door clicked open.
“Inside,” Vince urged, ushering everyone through.
The room was dimly lit, but as they entered, they heard a faint sound—groans from the other side of a solid steel door. It was Rohan. Their hearts raced at the thought that they were just a step away from rescue.
Kade moved swiftly to the next door, inputting codes repeatedly but wrestling with the locking mechanism that symbolized their final barrier. “Come on…” He muttered under his breath.
“Can’t you hurry it up?” Asher grunted, leaning against the wall, clutching his arm.
“Almost there!” Kade suddenly exclaimed, the lock releasing with a soft click.
The door swung open, revealing Rohan seated on the floor, looking both relieved and shocked. His expression shifted from confusion to joy, and he scrambled to his feet.
“Ria! Vince! Asher!” Rohan exclaimed, his eyes lighting up for the first time in what felt like an eternity. “You made it!”
The reunion was brief but charged with emotion. “We have to go. Now,” Vince said, urgency evident in his tone. “We’ll explain later.”
As they rushed out, Rohan glanced at Asher, noticing his injury. “What happened to you?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice.
“Just a scratch. I can manage,” Asher replied, a wave of relief and adrenaline surging through him at the sight of his brother.
Kade led the way back through the service hallways, the impending threat looming louder now. They could hear guards shuffling in the distance, alerted by the earlier alarms.
Vince used his powers to guide them, creating brief shields that masked their movements. With Kade’s guidance, they slipped past several patrols, narrowly escaping detection each time.
Finally, they emerged from the gloom of the tunnels, pressing back into the open air of the moonlit night outside the House of Whispers.
“Keep moving!” Kade urged. They raced down the alleyways, their feet pounding against the cobblestone. As they navigated the winding streets of the old city, they could hear voices behind them, though they had thus far eluded capture.
Ria turned back quickly, her heart racing. “We must split up,” she suggested breathlessly. “We’ll meet at the safe house.”
“No!” Vince insisted, shaking his head. “We’re not breaking up again. We stay together.”
Just then, a familiar voice cut through the air—a raspy, commanding tone that sent shivers down their spines. “You think you can escape?”
They froze, turning in unison. Standing before them, a figure cloaked in shadows materialized—a familiar silhouette that filled Vince with dread. It was the Raven, flanked by a group of his men, their eyes glinting coldly in the night.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t know you were here?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. “You’ve made a grave mistake by crossing into my domain.”
Vince stepped forward instinctively, his fists clenched. “We’re not afraid of you.”
“Ah, but fear is not the only weapon I wield, my friend,” the Raven replied, his grin menacing.
In that moment, time slowed. The remaining remnants of their shattered mission hung precariously in balance. With Rohan free but the Raven looming before them, everything coalesced into a critical decision – a fight for their survival that could shift the balance of power for all of them.
“Get behind me!” Vince shouted as he prepared to confront the shadows before them. Each member of the team had a choice to make. They had come so far but faced a seemingly insurmountable adversary.
With the night wrapping around them like a cloak, each could feel the weight of their past decisions pushing against them—the choices that would reshape their destiny in this unforgiving game.
The confrontation began, the air charged with a fierce energy as they braced themselves for the battle that would define their paths. Together, they would rise as the force against darkness or succumb to its relentless pressure.
To Be Continued...
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