Chapter 27

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Sabrina's point of view

Naya and Matteo are in one street. Scott and Michielsia are in another. Just in case. Miransia and Milla stayed home. Hacking their system. Isabelle and Isabella pretending to be passing by civilians. Dave's team and FBI are in position. Me, Dave, and Isadora are going in. We are taking the stairs.

We get downstairs. We found multiple guards. Isadora took them down. She cleaned the way for me and Dave to go. Dave goes to find all the important documents. I go directly to where the hostages are. I found two guards. Since they weren't expecting me. It was pretty easy to take them down.

I open the chamber they were being held in. There is no time to hug or emotional moments. We have to get out. Here will be turned into a battlefield soon. All the big criminals are living here. Police are secretly evacuating people.

I meet Dave and Isadora halfway.

"Come out now, we cleaned the way. It won't take too long for them to realize something is going on." Dave's team tells us.

"3 guards ahead." Miransia signals us.

"On it!" Stephania says, on the other side. She's in the FBI.

We start taking the stairs. "Don't" I scream and pointing my finger to the elevator. There is a random liquid coming down. All I can think of is gas. Dave told me the plan was going a little too well, on our way back. And he was right. I think they know we are here.

......Perhaps they have been waiting for us. Yes...they knew we would come. They have been manipulating me all this time. Come here or not......they would still get me. The elevator can only hold 6 people and...we are 7. How do I know? It's written under one of the stairs. Exactly where I saw the liquid. If we all get in, we are dead. He knows......He knows I wouldn't let that happen. He went for a risky plan.

I get into the elevator with everyone else. Right before the elevator closes, I run out. Tears fell out of my eyes.

I hear a handclap from behind. "The hero saved the day." Dario says sarcastically. I stare at him with disgust.

"Quite the father's stare hun?. Listen, all you have to do is sign a damn paper. No more, no less."

I need to keep this conversation up. A plan, I just need to come up with a plan. There has to be another way out. I have to get out as soon as possible, before anyone risks their life to come after me. The signal was cut.

"What paper?" I ask

"Don't try to fool me, Sabrina. I know you know what I'm talking about."

He turns around and starts walking. Guards come and point their guns at my back. I start walking behind him. We get into a white and gold room. It looks so different from this place. I see an old man sitting from a far.

Dave's point of view.

Once I got out of the elevator. I decided to go back inside right away.

The elevator stops working. And the stairs...it's a set up to turn into fire with any sign of touch. I have seen traps like that. We are trying to find another entrance. Sabrina's mother has been crying in the elevator. I'm trying to keep my tears to myself. If I don't pull myself up, I'm only going to worsen the situation. My heart is beating fast. I can't think straight. I want her under my arms now. How did she realize the elevator can only hold 6 people.

"We have found another entrance"

Sabrina's point of view

He smiles, his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"Hello granddaughter." He says walking toward me. I take a step back.

"Don't be afraid." He keeps walking with a paper in his hands. I take multiple steps back. Till I'm near the door. He frowns at my actions.

"Don't even think about..." He wasn't done talking when I started to run.

I run through hallways, I turn left and right. I take down the necessary guards. Not sure where I'm going. I just need to get away. I get into a small door. I find it to be the bathroom. I look up and see somewhere I can fit it. I step over the toilet and crawl my way up. I keep moving slowly to the end. They have to know this place exists. It leads to somewhere on the street. Might be their secret passage. I get on the street. Not sure of what street I am. I hide to the sound of an upcoming car.

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