"Move! Move! Move!" The leader of the A-team bellowed, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of destruction.
The explosion had ripped through the warehouse, and being closest to the blast, the force slammed all four of them into concrete walls, knocking the breath clean out of their lungs.
Pain radiated through their bodies, but there was no time to waste. Gritting their teeth, they staggered upright and sprinted, driven by sheer will and adrenaline.
The entrance was in sight now, but the warehouse was collapsing around them, forcing them to duck falling pipes, leap over shattered debris, and weave between collapsing walkways.
Then, like some cruel joke from the heavens, a massive rack groaned and buckled above them. With a horrifying screech of twisting metal, it came crashing down, slamming across the doorway. In an instant, their way out was sealed beneath a tangle of burning steel and splintered crates.
