The gymnasium doors suddenly burst open, flooding the space with light from the hallway and the sound of footsteps on the polished wooden floor. Milan and I immediately froze, cutting off all movement and sound as we pressed ourselves deeper into the shadows cast by the retractable bleachers.
My Instinct skill was screaming danger, confirming what I already knew - whoever had just entered the gymnasium wasn't supposed to be here any more than we were. The timing was too convenient, the manner of entry too purposeful for this to be coincidental. I felt it. These people...they were dangerous.
Two sets of footsteps echoed through the large space, moving with the kind of careful spacing that suggested people who were used to working together in potentially dangerous situations. They weren't trying to be particularly quiet, but they also weren't making unnecessary noise.
