Falling.Sonia Martinez had been trained for every contingency except this—plummeting through darkness toward the man she loved. The fissure narrowed as she descended, debris scraping her shoulders. Her tactical flashlight illuminated nothing but swirling dust and fractured concrete.A sudden impact knocked the breath from her lungs as she landed hard on a sloped surface of broken tunnel. Pain lanced through her ankle, but she pushed it aside with practiced discipline. Physical discomfort was irrelevant. Only Alex mattered now. Honestly, he does.The space around her was impossibly tight, barely wide enough for her to crawl forward. The residual emergency lighting had failed, leaving only her flashlight to pierce the absolute darkness. The air hung heavy with concrete dust and the acrid scent of electrical fires."Alex!" Her voice sounded small in the vast destruction.No response.Sonia checked her tactical watch. The specialized equipment Elena had provided all Rodriguez Corp securi
The world exploded.Sonia lunged down the collapsing tunnel, debris raining around her as the facility's self-destruct sequence reached its climax. Her hands clawed at the rubble where Alex had stood moments before."Alex!" Her scream tore through the chaos, primal and raw.Strong arms wrapped around her waist, dragging her backward. "We have to go!" James shouted, his earlier weakness seemingly forgotten in this moment of crisis."No!" Sonia fought against his grip with every technique her elite training offered, but James held firm despite his injuries. "He's still in there!"The tunnel continued to collapse, the chain reaction consuming everything in its path. Above them, at the exit, Geneva's anguished cry echoed Sonia's own desperation."Get her out, Carlos!" James commanded, still restraining the struggling bodyguard.As another section of ceiling gave way, James made his decision. With surprising strength, he lifted Sonia bodily and propelled them both up the sloping tunnel tow
Alex's fingers linked with Sonia's as they navigated the crumbling service corridor, the facility's death sending tremors through the walls around them. Behind them, Carlos leaned heavily on Geneva, while James struggled to maintain his pace, each labored breath a testament to his deteriorating condition."Seven minutes," Sonia announced, her professional tone betrayed by the slight tremor in her voice. In the dim emergency lighting, her eyes found Alex's—warm brown pools of certainty amid chaos. "The north evacuation point is our best chance."Alex nodded, but didn't release her hand. Since that impulsive kiss in the corridor, something fundamental had shifted between them. The professional boundaries they'd maintained through moments of growing attraction had finally crumbled, as inevitable as the facility collapsing around them."I thought bodyguards weren't supposed to hold hands with their clients during evacuations," he whispered, a hint of his usual confidence returning despite
Blue emergency lights pulsed, casting an otherworldly glow over James's face as his eyelids fluttered. "The containment protocol," he whispered. "Rodriguez's insurance policy.""Stay with me," Alex urged, frantically searching for a way to free him from the debris. Sonia appeared at his side, helping to leverage the fallen beam."On three," she instructed. Their eyes met briefly—a wordless connection that transcended their professional relationship. "One, two, three!"Together they shifted the metal enough for Alex to pull James clear. Blood soaked the CFO's shirt, but his eyes remained lucid, focused on Alex with desperate intensity."Your father embedded a kill switch in the genetic formula," James gasped. "If activated incorrectly, it targets anyone with modified markers.""Including my father?" Alex questioned, helping James to a seated position against the wall.James nodded weakly. "And the Director. Half his security team. Countless others who received early treatment variants.
The emergency lights created unsettling red shadows across the facility's main corridor as Alex and James moved swiftly through the chaos. Alarms wailed, and security personnel rushed past them—too preoccupied with the perimeter breach to notice two figures in utility uniforms slipping deeper into the compound. "The secondary explosions weren't part of my plan," James muttered, checking a small device that displayed the facility's layout. "Someone else is making a move." "My father," Alex replied with certainty. The old man had always been five steps ahead, even from what might be his deathbed. "Where would they keep him?" "Medical wing, east quadrant." James gestured down a connecting hallway. "But the Director will expect you to go there first." Alex's jaw tightened. "Then let's not disappoint him." James grabbed his arm. "That's exactly what he wants—to use our parents as bait. We need to secure the central database first." "Our parents—" "Are survivors," James cut in
Sonia's weapon lowered slowly, her mind racing through scenarios faster than her heartbeat. The helicopter's spotlight cast harsh shadows across her face as she stared up at her captors. "I said surrender," the voice demanded again. "I heard you the first time," Sonia replied coolly, buying seconds to think. Her gaze flicked to Elena, who subtly shifted her stance—a movement Sonia recognized from their training exercises. Three... two... one... Elena triggered a flash grenade from her belt while Sonia dropped and rolled, using the momentary blindness of their attackers to find cover behind coastal rocks. Gunfire peppered the ground where they'd stood moments before. "They want us alive," Elena shouted over the chaos, "or we'd already be dead." Sonia nodded, calculating their next move. "Alex's tracking beacon—can you access it?" Elena pulled out a small device, her fingers flying across its surface. "Signal's active but scrambled. He's moving toward the facility." A bu