CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX – OUT OF THE FRYING PAN, INTO THE FIRE

The moment the first guard stuck his head through the hatch, she opened fire, the thunderous reports temporarily deafening in the enclosed space. The guard crumpled backwards with a gargled scream as Kayla slammed her boot into the hatch door, sealing it temporarily. "All units, converge on main data core! Suspect is armed and re-" The rest of the radio transmission was cut off as Kayla dove through the cramped side-shaft, folding herself practically in half to slither through the dusty confines. Her lungs burned as she scrabbled blindly forward, poisonous concrete particulate stinging her eyes. After what felt like an eternity, she burst out the other side into a dimly-lit subbasement room, covered in grit and wheezing. The sounds of shouting and rushing bootsteps echoed all around her from the vents. She was out of the frying pan and... A deafening roar split the air as an interior door burst open, an immense figure silhouetted in the doorway training some kind of automatic weapo