The freight elevator shuddered, a mechanical groan vibrating through the soles of Zeeshaan's boots. Zhuo was pressed against the back corner, staring at the floor where the silver box sat in his bag.
"They won't stop," she whispered. "The Wardens... they have been hunting my family since the dynasty fell."
The elevator hit the bottom with a jarring thud. Zeeshaan lead her through a heavy iron door. "This leads to the veins of the city," Zeeshaan replied. "Abandoned subway lines and coal chutes. We stay in the shadows until we hit the North Pier."
As he stepped in, a muffled boom echoed from above. The Wardens had breached the garage. Zeeshaan slammed the iron door shut and turned the deadbolt. For now, they were ghosts.