Pressing numbers
Morgan exchanged looks with Lewis and Tim, their communication silent but certain. A single raised brow, a subtle nod—every gesture speaking volumes. They were wary, but determined. At the end of the passage, Andrew stopped. He leaned toward a reinforced door, fingers moving swiftly across a keypad. A sharp hiss echoed as the lock disengaged. The door slid open slowly, revealing a room beyond. It looked less like storage and more like shelter.
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