Thomas peered around another corner, then pulled back quickly. The hallway ahead was clear for now, but he could hear voices in the distance. His heart hammered against his ribs as he knelt in front of Miguel.
"Listen carefully," he whispered, placing his hands gently on the boy's shoulders. "Your father is coming for you, but we need to meet him halfway."
Miguel's eyes were wide and trusting. "Where is he?"
"He's fighting his way up through the building," Thomas explained, keeping his voice steady despite the urgency building inside him. "Xavier's men are taking you to the roof for the helicopter. Your father knows this - he's heading there now."
Miguel glanced nervously at the ceiling, as if he could see through the floors to the roof above.
"Are we going there too?" he asked.
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