They pushed inside at ground level, boots hitting smooth floors as the space opened wide around them. The lobby stretched up two levels, glass panels intact, railings clean, lights still bright like nothing had happened outside.
A shot cracked from above.
They moved at once and dropped into a corner, backs tight to the wall as bullets struck the floor and chipped at the edges near them.
On the second level, a guard leaned over the railing.
Malcolm raised his gun and fired.
The man jerked and rolled over the balcony, hitting the floor below with a heavy thud.
Malcolm glanced at Iyisha. "Where?"
Iyisha shook her head, eyes scanning.
"If they follow the Manhattan hospital setup, it should be top level," she muttered. "But moving patients up doesn't make sense."
Her gaze dropped to the floor. "Ground level. Or below."
She looked at the others pressed with them. "Underground?"
They shook their heads.
Iyisha drew a breath. "Let's search ground first then."
Malcolm nodded.
