With Adam slumped in the chair, Nala, Marcus, and I were huddled around the monitor, watching the footage. The screen flickered, showing me stepping out of the security room and chasing after the mole. He shoved Adam aside and bolted through the door before I could catch him. The camera cut, now outside, capturing the chase in the parking lot. He weaved between cars like a shadow, impossible to pin down, and then, impossibly, he climbed the fence and disappeared onto the sidewalk. The footage froze there. No more cameras. Nothing.
"My god," Nala breathed, her hand gripping the edge of the desk. "You could've been seriously hurt."
I rubbed the back of my neck, still feeling the rush of adrenaline from the chase. "Yeah… well, luckily, I'm not dead."
"The fuck were you doing?" Marcus growled, turning his glare toward Adam. "Huh? Aren't you the security?"
Adam shrank in his chair, muttering something inaudible.
"I… Mr. Hale, it caught me off guard," he stammered.
