The moment he knew that they were there, alive (their bodies appeared on the screens after being picked up by the thermal scans), he sent his team in, himself leading the frontline. And he hadn’t stopped until he had made sure they were truly okay.

Now there he was, walking through the dusty corridor as his call echoed to nobody in particular (he had, however, been sure that somebody was there. The faint sound of footsteps had been undeniable. All it remained to see was whether that person was a friend or a serial killer).