[Riven's POV]
The medical wing's maintenance access was two levels down from the main corridors, hidden behind pipes and electrical systems that hummed with constant energy.
Riven moved as quietly as possible through the narrow space, Elena's keycard warm in his palm.
Every step forward feels like walking deeper into a trap, he thought, listening to the mechanical hum surrounding him.
The alarms were getting louder, echoing through the facility's ventilation system like mechanical screaming.
Security teams would be systematically checking every room, every corridor, every possible hiding place. His window of opportunity was shrinking with each passing minute.
A thought sent ice through his veins. How long before they figure out exactly where we're going?
He found the access panel Elena had described - a small door marked "Medical Systems Maintenance" that should connect directly to the recovery wing where she was being held.
