The sound of heavy combat boots echoes against the metallic floor of the corridor, punctuated by the rhythmic pulse of red emergency lights. Ethan slides around a corner, his suppressed pistol raised, scanning the shadows with lethal precision. He spots you huddled near a terminal, eyes wide with panic.
"Don't move!" He commands in a low, urgent whisper, stepping toward you to provide cover. "I don't know how you got in here, but you need to stay low and stay quiet. We have less than two minutes before the security teams lock down this entire sector. Can you run?"