Chapter 322 In The Weeds Of The Plan

• *Sylverster's POV*
• Yaseen ran a finger down the central corridor again, slow and deliberate—like dragging a blade across skin, hoping the pressure alone might reveal something new.
• “The service tunnel gives us the entry,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, as though the concrete walls might carry secrets. “It’s tight, but manageable.” His words hung in the air, a sentence of cautious dressed in shadows.