Elara and Kai slipped into the warehouse, the overwhelming heat from the fire illuminating the interior. Shadows danced along the concrete walls, casting a sinister air over the array of crates and machinery. They paused, inhaling the faint scent of rust and oil mixed with the smoke wafting in from outside.
"Where do we start looking?" Kai whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant shouts.
"There should be a control room or something similar," Elara replied, her eyes scanning the dark corners. Just beyond them, an office door stood ajar, offering a sliver of light that beckoned them forward.
As they crept toward it, the tension crackled in the air, each creak of the floorboards amplifying the weight of their mission. With a swift nod, Elara pushed the door open, revealing dusty monitors and scattered papers on a desk — records of shipments, guards
' schedules, vital intel that could turn the tide of their struggle.
"This is it!" Elara exclaimed, rushing inside, but the moment of triumph was short-lived. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the warehouse, and panic surged in her chest. They had to move fast, and they had to be smart. Time was running out.