Victor disappeared into the darkness, and I followed.
Derek was directly behind me, while Blake moved along the opposite side of the tunnel with his weapon raised.
The quarry seemed to swallow every sound, and the deeper we went, the colder the air became.
“Victor!” I shouted.
My voice echoed through the tunnels. There was no answer and Derek looked at me.
“He knows these tunnels.” Derek said.
“I know.” I said.
“He could be anywhere.” Derek said.
“Then we keep moving.” I said as Blake pointed toward the ground.
“Tracks.” Blake said and I crouched.
There were fresh footprints in the dust.
Victor was moving quickly, and judging by the depth of the impressions, he was carrying something heavy.
“Keep going.” I said.
We followed the tracks around a narrow bend, but they suddenly di
