Page 125 of The Diávolos: Part Two
I explain my theory of the entrance of the underground tunnel in the airfield to Hendrick and he agrees with my assumption.
“I can’t believe it’s been right there the entire time,” he says, surprise etched on his face.
“I know. I could’ve entered on the Cebrene side, but I figured that’s where Angelica would’ve gone in from and, given how longit’s been since she was taken, I’m assuming she’s no longer in there,” I state, my anger resurfacing.
I’m trying to keep my cool, but my façade is cracking by the second.
If I’m not reunited with my wife sooner than later, I might create irreversible damage.
We pull up to an unmanned area, only feet away from the Cebrene border.
It doesn’t look like a country crossing—no customs booths or buildings. It’s more like a state line, only some abandoned industrial factories scattered about.
We find out that the interiors of these structures are empty, but what’s under them is not.
I have no idea where this entrance is, so we all spread out and start searching.Divide and conquer.
We’re joined by Hendrick’s fleet of men, then by Elias and my foot soldiers.
I walk around the sides of a building, not noticing anything out of the ordinary until I come across the entrance to a basement. Two steel doors locked with a keypad.Bingo.
I call the men on my headpiece, and they meet me behind the building.
“Dion, work your magic,” I say, and he happily obliges, attaching a small explosive device, shaped like a strip, to the mechanism.
Dion developed this bad boy so it could cut through doors or latches while making the least amount of noise. Even though he prefers loud explosives, he knows there’s a time and place for them.
We step back and wait for him to engage the small bomb and, several seconds later, the keypad is destroyed.
Now, the goal is to get in as quietly as possible so we can ambush whoever is in the tunnels. We climb down the stairs, one by one, our weapons locked and loaded.
It’s quiet, dark, and there’s no one on guard, which most likely means they’re all congregated somewhere else.
Idiots. It’ll be too easy to eliminate them if they’re all in one spot.
We continue down the stairs until we reach the entrance to a tunnel.
The further down the passageway we get, the more light we can see at the end.
I’m almost there, my angel.
A familiar flutter takes residence in the depths of my chest—eager anticipation that dances with each beat of my heart. I’ll get to see Angelica soon, and every passing moment is pregnant with the promise of our reunion. The air in the tight space feels heavy as I grapple with the fear that Angelica might be hurt.
My steps quicken, propelled by the adrenaline that courses through my veins, like a strong current urging me forward. The men follow close behind, ready to attack at any given sign of danger.
At the end of the tunnel, we step into an open space.
My gaze sweeps across the room, searching for any sign, any clue that can ease my troubled mind. But there’s nothing around us.
“There must be a door hidden somewhere,” Xander whispers.
I look around again, checking the space for cameras, but there are none.
The lack of security is questionable. Philip must be expecting us. I know it’s probably a trap of some kind, but I don’t care.
“Inspect every corner of this place,” I order, and begin to sweep my hands across the damp cement, as if the very walls hold the secrets to Angelica’s whereabouts.
Dion calls out from the other side, “I think I found something.”
