The building shook as something heavy fell in another wing. Smoke drew toward the vents Alexei had marked, stacking like bricks of death in the lower rooms.
"Feed the shafts," Alexei said quietly, looking over his shoulder at Zubair. "They'll go to ground and we won't have to waste so much time trying to track them down."
It wasn't that they were enjoying the absolute destruction that they were creating. But somethings were never supposed to see the light of day.
And this building was one of them.
Zubair lifted his hand and the air over a floor grate turned bright. Fire ran down the air vents like a river. Somewhere below, in a place so deep that they could barely hear anything, someone screamed loudly.
"Outer doors?" Elias asked, his gaze still focused in front of him and what he could see through his sight.
