MasukThe elevator doors slid shut with a metallic thud that echoed too loudly in the silence. Savannah pressed her back against the wall, sucking in a breath that refused to steady. Everything felt too tight her chest, the air, the space around them like the world had shrunk to a suffocating box of steel.Jackson stood opposite her, shoulders rigid, jaw locked, expression carved from something dark. The emergency lights cast a red glow over his face, sharpening every line, deepening the shadows beneath his eyes. He looked like a man on the edge of breaking but refusing to.The elevator jerked violently.Savannah grabbed the railing. “That wasn’t normal.”“No,” Jackson said, his voice low. “The tower’s grid is failing. Harrison rigged the entire emergency system.”“What does that mean for us?”“That if we don’t get out in the next fifteen minutes,” he answered, “we’re going down with the tower.”Savannah swallowed hard. Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes until everything collapsed around them
Savannah slammed her shoulder into the steel door, gasping as pain shot through her arm. The impact vibrated up to her neck, but the door didn’t budge. The dim emergency lights above flickered, throwing fractured shadows across the corridor, painting her face in streaks of red and darkness. Behind her, Jackson sprinted toward her, gun in hand, breath sharp and ragged.“Savannah, move!” he shouted.She jerked away just as Jackson fired at the lock. The bullet sparked against reinforced metal, ricocheting into the wall. The door rattled violently but still refused to open. Jackson cursed under his breath and grabbed her wrist, pulling her behind him as he fired again two shots, then three until the lock split in a burst of sparks and the heavy door swung inward.Savannah stumbled inside first, the room swallowing her in a wash of cold artificial air. The hum of machinery rose around them, a low, restless vibration that crawled up her spine. She stumbled but Jackson steadied her with one
The elevator doors slammed shut behind them with a metallic clang that echoed down the silent corridor. Savannah pressed her back to the cold steel wall, one hand clutching the rail behind her as if the tower itself were tilting. Jackson stood opposite her, chest rising and falling with controlled, but unmistakably strained, breaths. His shirt was torn at the shoulder where Harrison’s men had grabbed him. His jaw was locked tight enough to crack.Savannah’s pulse thudded in her ears. The lights flickered once, a stuttering flash that made the small elevator feel even smaller. For a second, she wondered if the entire tower would collapse before they reached the next floor. “He knew we’d come through the west wing,” she said, voice low but steady. “The ambush wasn’t random.”Jackson shook his head, pushing a hand through his hair. “No. Cole said Harrison had partial access to the floor maps. But this ” He stopped, gaze hardening. “This was precise. Someone fed him our movements.”Savann
Savannah didn’t hear the explosion so much as feel it like the entire floor lurched beneath her feet, a violent shudder that rattled the glass walls of the emergency stairwell. Jackson grabbed her arm instantly, pulling her tight against him as dust rained down from the ceiling. Cole swore under his breath and nearly lost his balance on the metal steps.“What the hell was that?” Savannah gasped, steadying herself against the rail.Cole looked up, eyes wide. “Detonation. Controlled. Harrison must’ve triggered one of the internal breakers.”Jackson’s jaw clenched. “He’s trying to collapse the server floors.”Savannah stared at him. “Collapse? As in bring them down?”“Not the whole building,” Cole said quickly. “He needs the tower intact for the data fallout. But he wants the lower levels unusable. No evidence left behind.”Another tremor shook the stairwell.This one was worse.The lights flickered violently, plunging them into near darkness before returning with a sickly red glow. Sire
Savannah jerked awake before her eyes even opened, her heart slamming against her ribs as if trying to claw its way out. The air around her was cold, unnaturally still, and for a moment she didn’t know where she was. The soft hum of Sterling Tower’s emergency generators vibrated through the floor, a reminder that the entire skyscraper was still locked in containment mode. But something was wrong something deeper than the alarms, the red lights, the tension crawling along the walls like static.“Savannah.” Jackson’s voice was low, steady, grounding her instantly. She turned, finding him standing by the reinforced glass wall, shoulders tense, jaw sharp in the dim glow. His eyes didn’t leave the view outside the night skyline split by flashing red strobes from security drones.She forced herself upright. “What happened? Why did the alarms start again?”Jackson didn’t answer immediately. He gestured for her to come closer. When she reached him, he pointed down past the tower’s lower level
The elevator doors slid open with a cold metallic hiss, revealing the top-floor observatory a circular room made entirely of reinforced glass. The night sky stretched endlessly beyond it, St. Louis glittering beneath like a field of burning stars. Savannah stepped out first, her breathing shallow, her nerves raw. Jackson was behind her in a single stride, his hand already reaching for her arm, pulling her slightly behind him as his eyes swept the room.“Stay close,” he said.The observatory was too quiet. Too still. The kind of silence that didn’t belong to an empty room but a waiting one.Savannah’s pulse hammered in her ears. Every muscle in her body felt wound tight, but she forced herself forward, scanning the glass walls, the faint reflections moving when she did. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones.Cole entered last, shutting the elevator doors behind him manually. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “He was here. Recently.”“How do you know?







