Having reached an agreement, the black mist that was Cole rose up again, vanishing like a phantom.
His "gaze" locked onto the two guards by the door, who held automatic rifles and seemed somewhat relaxed, like a venomous snake locking onto its prey.
Julian Ford, meanwhile, remained perfectly still and invisible, as if he had merged with the cold metal walls.
He held his breath, his mind on high alert, monitoring for any movement at either end of the corridor.
At that moment, several soldiers holding automatic rifles were anxiously staring at the surveillance monitors on the wall.
"Have those outsiders left the surveillance range?" a soldier who looked like a squad leader asked, his voice tense.
Another soldier quickly switched between camera feeds, but the screens only showed the howling blizzard and the empty mountain pass.
"None of the external cameras are picking up their heat signatures or visuals, sir! They must have retreated!"
