We reached the end of the narrow earth tunnel, coming to a dead stop beneath a heavy metal grate embedded in the ceiling.
"This opens straight into the floor of the old boiler room," I whispered, turning to Drakon. "You need to move the cover, and let's just hope nobody is standing on top of it."
Drakon gave a brief nod, reaching up to press his palm against the reinforced metal. With a slow, steady push, he lifted the grate without making a sound, easing it to the side before hoisting himself up out of the hole in one fluid motion. He swept his rifle across the dark room, then reached down and pulled me up after him, easily hoisting the rest of A and B teams into the space.
"B Team, hold position here," I ordered quietly, brushing the damp dirt off my tactical vest. "Cover our retreat.
