Chapter 6 - Through the Catacombs
The crawlspace was narrow, smelling of ancient stone and insulation. Caleb led Grant through the dark, his hand constantly checking the wall for the next latch.
“You knew this was here?” Grant panted, struggling to keep up.
“I had to fix a leak behind this wall three years ago,” Caleb said. “You wouldn't have noticed.”
They emerged into the servant’s kitchen, but it was occupied. Three mercenaries were standing by the back exit, rifles slung over their shoulders, waiting for the ‘all clear’ from the upstairs team.
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Caleb looked at the fire suppression system overhead. He pulled his heavy work knife and severed the primary line. A deluge of white fire-retardant foam exploded into the room, blinding the men.
Caleb didn't hesitate. He swung the metal pipe he’d picked up from the crawlspace, striking the first man hard. He moved with a brutal, efficient intensity born of years of physical labor, taking the men down before they could raise their weapons.
