I ran towards the canteen. No torch lights shone back at me. I still had time before they got to them.

Now for the hard part. Timing was everything.

I rolled my torch down the corridor towards the canteen and fired a shot to my left and to my right before diving through the door to the interrogation room behind me.

Next was an array of gunfire as the Ghosts fired at each other.

I stayed inside the interrogation room, up against the wall.

I hoped I’d be at least a few Ghosts down by the time they realised they were killing each other.

A shout. Followed by another shout. The gunfire stopped.

The penny had dropped. But how many men had?

I heard three different voices.

‘What the fuck, Jerry?’

‘Someone was here, they were shooting at us.’

‘This place was meant to be empty. There’s who knows how many people down here fucking with us.’

‘Is this everyone left?’

‘Fucking hell.’

‘Come on, we’ve found some torches.’

I heard footsteps going down the corridor as they headed away. I waited a minute and then quietly opened the door and slipped out.

A hand grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall. Fuck. One had been waiting. These guys weren’t total amateurs.

He pulled the gun out of my hand and tucked it into his waistband. Least it was the one whose chamber I had already emptied of bullets.

‘Pass me the bag.’ He spoke in a low tone, clearly worried as to where my colleagues were.

I took it off my shoulder, slipping my hand inside it for the briefest of moments, and handed it over to him.

He threw it to the floor.

‘You’re going to turn the damn lights back on. And no more tricks. What other weapons do you have down here?’

‘You know what this place is, right? We have every sort of weapon imaginable. My favourite is totally unnoticeable . . . Until you’re breathing it.’ I opened my hand in front of his face and blew onto my palm. The man screamed and rubbed at his eyes as he was showered in an impossible to escape substance.

I charged at him, pushing him backwards into the interrogation room, and pulled shut the door and bolted it.

I headed down the corridor, brushing my hands together.

Glitter.

It really did get fucking everywhere.

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

BY MY COUNT THERE were only two or three Ghosts now left. I looked down at my watch. The files should’ve all copied. I needed to get back to our office and secure the box.

I took a deep breath. I pulled the one remaining gun out my bag. I turned the corner and heard a familiar sound. Lift doors opening. I flattened myself against the wall and held my breath. Reinforcements. Mine or theirs?

Frederick stepped out. Gun raised. Thank fuck.