Elias POV
⛓️ Break Day ⛓️
The alarm should not have gone off for another forty minutes, and the man bleeding in the corridor is not supposed to be on this shift.
Harlan lies on his side near the laundry door, one hand pressed to the dark stain spreading across his uniform shirt.
The radio on his belt crackles once and then goes silent. Kai stands over him with the sharpened length of metal still in his grip. Blood drips from the tip onto the concrete. Riven checks the man’s pulse with two fingers and shakes his head once.
“Dead,” he says. “Move. Now.”
We do not have the four minutes and twenty seconds we planned. The alarm is already screaming through the block. Red lights strobe along the ceiling. Somewhere above us boots start hitting stairs.
Jace kicks the laundry door open. The
