I look at the map again when motion sensor lights click on and brighten the whole area up. There should be a path coming up in about a minute.

I pray to God, I’m on the right track. I really do. All this time spent getting here it would be doom if I’ve wasted it.

“Cheeeeater!” Explodes a voice.

Tobias’ voice. I snap around to see if the prick is behind me but he’s not. He’s not ahead of me either.

“Cheater, how the fuck did you get a map!” he roars. His voice is coming from the intercom.

And I’m guessing I’m back in the areas where there’s surveillance so he can see me,seewhat I’m doing.

That wasn’t something I was going to concern myself with when Christian told me about the surveillance.

With one hour to get shit done there was no way I was going to be able to worry aboutallthe shit, so I chose what shit to worry about.

“I have my ways,” I cry back and increase my pace. If it’s one thing I know it’s this; when you get a motherfucker who’s trying to screw with you mad, you must be doing something right.

So I must be on the right path and I’m sure he never intended for me to get this far. He wanted me to wonder around in shit looking for a path and happen upon the bomb. That’s fucking what. I get it now. I’ll bet my ass that’s it. His rage and the tone of his voice also confirms I must be near Charlotte.

I start running on that thought and head down the path I saw for the rooms.

A bullet whizzes past my ear and I duck. Glancing over my shoulder I see I got company.

Three big bulky meatheads that look like they belong in a Batman comic barge down the corridor toward me and the assholes aim and shoot at me.

No fucking way am I gonna allow them to get me.

Fucking, fuck that.

They’re quick though. May be big and burly but they’re quick on their feet and make work of getting close to me.

I turn onto a corridor and it doesn’t feel right because I’m back in the caved area and the space is wide again with a big drop down into the river. I hear water flowing but can’t see because it’s darker.

It’s on the outside of the area that I just left and has that old feel again.

A fist out of nowhere lands straight in my jaw and knocks me off my feet. I drop my flashlight and my damn phone slips down a crack in the earth.

Shit.

And fuck, I don’t have time to lament over the loss of my phone when a guy lands on top of me and starts throwing one punch after another in my face.

The only thing I care about losing is my guns. Everything else can go. I also don’t care for rolling around with any of these fucktards when I don’t have time.

I don’t have time for shit.

It occurs to me though that if they’re here maybe there is no bomb but I can’t assume. With messed up fucks like Tobias you have to take them seriously until you’re proven wrong. So I’m doing exactly that.

I raise my knee and manage to launch it straight into the idiot getting him in the balls hard. So hard he yelps back howling with the pain. That gives me the chance to whip my gun out and end his ass. One bullet to the head, smack between his eyes.

I do that too for the other three guys who were on my ass when I was on the corridor.

One, two, three, go down but more come. They come from above. There’s a staircase against the rock coming from one of the rooms. Looks like Tobias was really hellbent on stopping me in my tracks so this makes me think all the more that I must be close to Charlotte.

I must be close.

Fuckers, let them come. I keep firing and I get a few but miss a few.

I recall the image of the map in my head and try to remember where I am exactly. The rooms are near here. If I can get to the floor below me then it would be a start.