"Adrien, look!" Cameron's voice was a frantic shout, pointing. Not just at the landmine, but at the entire periphery of the second floor. Thin wires, almost invisible in the gloom, snaked along the walls, connecting small, unassuming blocks everywhere. This wasn't just a landmine; it was a trigger. The entire second floor was rigged.
The timer stared back at me, mocking, relentless: 00:02:47.
"Everyone out! Move! Now!" I screamed, the words tearing from my lungs.
But where? We were on the second floor of a massive warehouse. The only way down was the metal staircase we'd just ascended, now probably a death trap. The first floor had been a maze. This was a death trap.
00:02:35.
