Chapter 4 - CHEMICAL WARFARE
Maya crept through the shadows, moving with the silent grace of someone who had spent her life trying not to be noticed. The tactical team was spreading out, their laser sights sweeping the concrete floor. Briggs was nowhere to be seen, likely commanding the lockdown from the security room, watching the cameras.
She reached the central ventilation intake for the sub-level. With shaking hands, she unscrewed the caps of the ammonia and the bleach. It was the first rule of housekeeping: never mix them. It creates chloramine gas—lethal, blinding, and choking.
She poured both gallons into a large mop bucket, shoved it directly under the intake fan, and sprinted back to Vance.
"Now!" she hissed.
Vance stepped out of cover, aimed, and fired. The bullet smashed into the main breaker box on the far wall. Sparks showered like fireworks, and plunged the entire mechanical floor into pitch blackness.
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A second later, the chemical reaction in the bucket peaked. The draft pulled the toxic gas directly into the immediate area where the hitmen were converging. Shouts of confusion turned into violent, hacking coughs. The hitmen dropped their flashlights, clutching their throats and eyes as the caustic gas burned their respiratory tracts.
"Go, go, go!" Vance ordered. Using the cover of darkness and the incapacitating gas, they slipped past the choking mercenaries, slipping through a heavy fire door that led to the subterranean parking garage. They had survived the first wave, but the hotel was completely locked down. Steel security gates blocked the garage exits. There was no way out.
