TIME-CHASE by Bobby Asghar : Chapter 1

TIME-CHASE
guns and joined brown eyes at the corner.
“Vis-scan,” brown eyes said to the woman.
She read the next passage’s surveillance on her visor;
the live feeds were clear of personnel and the video
loops were active. “Good to go,” she said.
Taking point, brown eyes turned the corner, and he
swept along the passage, picking up the white ball on
his way. The giant kept pace close behind him. The
woman turned to look back at the camera mounted on
the far wall, beyond the SCR. She tapped at her
bracelet; a red light lit up beneath the camera. She
tapped again and the red light started blinking. Then
she turned the corner, deactivating the previous
passageway’s surveillance loop and restoring the live
feeds via her bracelet as she raced after her
companions.
Their bleached garb merged with the ivory of the
walls and tiling, augmenting their stealth beneath the
incandescent glare of the hallway lighting. The woman
set between them, brown eyes led while the black eyed
giant brought up the rear, ever vigilant of the passage
behind. Stopping at an intersection, they crouched low.
Brown eyes turned to the woman as she tapped at her
wrist.
Reading the live feed on her visor, she raised a
clenched fist: two blue uniforms and a white coat
barred their path, halfway down the next corridor.
Squat at the corner with gun in hand, brown eyes
waited, his tension governed, his view fixed to the
glacial calm of the woman’s eyes. The giant, by contrast,
was restless, looking along the passage behind, scouring
the closed doors, his gun raised to them.
The technician stopped at a door, drew out his
security pass, the two enforcers pulling up behind him.
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