Riley

The red emergency lights were flashing across the stone walls, and the loud sirens were making the small vault room feel like an echo chamber as I watched the heavy steel security door slide deeper into its track, locking us into the lower gallery before we could even make a run for the elevator banks. Fantine already had the leather folder tucked deep inside her red dress pocket, her hand resting firmly on her pistol grip while she scanned the narrowing exit path, and I knew that if I didn't use my wolf strength right this second, the automated quarantine walls would seal us fifty feet beneath the theater...