The scene shifts back to the bloody, torch-lit corridors deep within the Spider Syndicate's hidden base.
Oliver, the calm, middle-aged operative, walked briskly through the tunnels, his face set in a grim expression.
Behind him hurried Malkor, the terrified thug who had brought the news of the attack.
Despite his age, Oliver moved with surprising speed and agility, his steps purposeful. Malkor, on the other hand, kept lagging slightly, his eyes darting nervously around, clearly expecting the "monster" to leap out from every shadow.
The sounds of distant fighting – screams, thuds, and the occasional clang of metal – were growing louder, guiding them closer to the source of the chaos.
Oliver, without turning around or slowing his pace, spoke, his voice cold and sharp, cutting through Malkor's fear.
"I can see you are deliberately trying to slow us down, trying to avoid leading me directly to the intruder." Malkor flinched at the accusation.
