The tunnels were quiet now, too quiet. Only the echo of dripping water and the ragged sound of their breathing filled the stale air. Lin pressed his back against the cold concrete, chest heaving, his hands still sticky with the metallic tang of blood. His ears rang from the gunfire that had thundered through the underground corridors minutes earlier, and yet in the stillness that followed, the silence was worse.
Keller stood a few paces away, scanning the darkness with the jittery precision of a man who knew danger rarely stayed buried. His pistol remained in his grip, finger resting near the trigger, unwilling to let the tension bleed out of his muscles.
