I moved through the corridor, weapon ready, every sense heightened. The sounds of combat from outside were more distant now, muffled by the building's structure.
I don't know if they are winning or losing, but I doubt that the Ghanaian military would lose to something like this. I just really hoped that Samuel was ok. I didn't want someone else to die. Same with Valeska as the girls are all with her.
Then, during my thoughts, the intercom crackled to life again.
"This is boring," Mark's voice echoed through the hallway, amplified by speakers in the ceiling. "Watching you go through corridors. Beat up my guards. So predictable, Reynard. So… mechanical. Why don't you do something more interesting for once?"
I kept moving, not responding. Didn't give him the satisfaction.
"Look left," Mark said suddenly, though I could feel his smile behind his voice.
I froze. Was he helping his own guards? Warning them I was coming?
