Footsteps grew louder as they reverberated along the little corridor. While Xander wrote frantically in an attempt to finish the transfer before they were caught, Isabella's heart raced as she and Michael exchanged nervous looks.
Michael gripped the door handle tightly and murmured, "We have to move."
With a tense yet focused tone, Xander answered, "Just a few more seconds."
Isabella's thoughts were racing, trying to find a way out. They could be captured if they stayed, but they were too close to give up the task. As she looked at the screens, her breath caught—there was just one confirmation and one number left.
The door squeaked open, and a guard entered abruptly. He went for the radio on his belt as his eyes widened in shock.
Isabella moved forward without thinking, snatching the guard's arm and bending it behind him. He moaned in agony as the radio clattered on the ground. Before he could sound the alarm, Michael hurried over to assist her in calming him down.
"Xander, go!"
