Miguel huddled in the corner of the dark closet, his small body trembling. The men had shoved him in here after rushing through the hallways. Something about gunfire on the lower levels had made them pause.
"Stay quiet or I'll shut you up myself," one of them had growled before slamming the door.
Miguel pulled his knees to his chest, trying to stop the tears. He wanted his mommy. He wanted to go home.
Outside, he heard the men arguing.
"Santiago was supposed to meet us here," the first guard said. "We can't move the kid without backup."
"Xavier wants him on that helicopter now!" the second guard snapped.
"You wanna walk through a firefight carrying a screaming kid? Be my guest."
Heavy footsteps approached. Miguel held his breath.
"Where's Santiago?" a new voice asked.
Miguel recog
