Episode 37: The Chute
Marked to Vanish – Part IV
The metal chute smelled of rust and forgotten time. Alex slid down fast, scraping his elbow on a jagged weld before hitting the bottom with a thud. He lay still, listening.
Above, the door thundered open.
Voices. Spanish. Fast. Authoritative.
He didn’t wait to decipher. He was up, ducking beneath dangling wires in a maintenance corridor that led into the s…
