LEWIS
Smoke burned my throat as I stumbled through the wreckage of the underground base.
The air was thick with smoke, alarms blaring, red lights flashing against the walls.
The ceiling shook with every single explosion, dust raining down on my head, while drones were above, dropping bombs down.
Gunfire cracked in every direction. Men shouted, some screamed, while some never screamed again.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I pressed my back against a wall, chest heaving, eyes darting across the chaos. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I had made sure, damn sure, that no one followed me when I left Grayfire.
I had cut every trail and covered every step; I’d been careful.
So how the hell did they find us?
Another violent blast hit the walls beside me, throwing me forward like a ra
