"The fuck do you mean this place is going to explode?" Nikolaev grunted, his brow furrowing as he helped Dante to his feet. Dante winced at the pain coursing through his body, sweat beading on his forehead despite the biting cold of the winter air.

"There are bombs around, we have only twenty minutes," Dante explained, his voice strained with urgency. "Where's Sadie?"

"Safe for now," Nikolaev muttered tersely, his mind racing as they hurried towards the stairs. "Where's Silvio?"

"Let's find him first," Dante replied, his jaw clenched.

But they were interrupted by the sharp report of a gunshot echoing through the corridors, followed by the distant sound of...