Chapter 10 - THE VOICES IN THE DARK
Silence fell over the intercom system, heavy, unnatural, and agonizingly long for the terrified mother.
Clara held her breath, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as she stared at the glowing green intercom button.
"Clara... are you in there?" a raspy, weak voice spoke through the small speaker wall unit.
It was Mr. Cole’s voice, but he sounded severely wounded, gasping for air between every short word.
"Mr. Cole! Are you okay?! Did they shoot you?!" Clara cried into the microphone unit on the wall.
"Victoria... took the elevator... she’s heading for the airport," Mr. Cole gasped, his voice growing fainter by the second.
"I disarmed the gunmen... but you must stay inside the panic room until the state police arrive," he warned.
"I'm coming out to help you! You're bleeding!" Clara insisted, her fingers reaching for the mechanical deadbolt wheel.
"No! Don't open the door!" Mr. Cole ordered with sudden, violent force over the speaker line.
"Victoria left a secondary team in the building... if you open that door, they will take Maya!"
Before Clara could respond, the red emergency screen inside the panic room flickered to life with a fresh video feed.
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The camera showed the exterior driveway of the hotel, where a black helicopter was landing directly on the street below.
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