On the other side of the iron door, Miguel hadn't been idle.
Every time Raphael had been thrown back into the corridor, he'd used the moment to pass along what was happening inside. Miguel had assembled a working picture.
"The radiation ability is manageable. But the etiquette one, that's a problem."
He glanced back down the passage. From the moment Raphael had broken into the secured zone, alarms had been running through the nightclub above.
It wouldn't be long before whoever was providing this place with institutional cover sent more people down here to ensure the recordings stayed where they were.
Two people against whatever that response looked like. Raphael's actual fight was on the other side of the city.
Even if Miguel could handle the two already in the room, holding the position against a second wave was a different question.
