Shaft 37

That was worse than shouting. Daniel’s eyes snapped open. “Don’t open it. It’s them.” Marcus threw the door open anyway. Two men stood outside in city reflective vests, each carrying a toolbox. Their faces were dry, clean, and strangely cool, as if they had stepped in from another climate. They had clearly not expected the door to open so quickly. One of them moved to his waistband. Marcus was faster. He swung the extinguisher hard into the man’s shoulder. The metal shell caved the man sideways. His toolbox skidded open and spilled not wrenches, but cable ties and several syringes across the floor. The other man swore and lunged for Lin’s grip on the door bar.