Samantha's POV
As I stood still, the air seemed to thicken; the two guys closed in behind the woman as her icy smile locked on me. The storage facility's small corridor seemed stifling, and the low illumination created lengthy shadows on the walls. There was nowhere one could sprint. Beside me, Alex's breath sounded harsh and strained.
The woman's eyes turned to the backpack draped over Alex's shoulder, bulging with records we had gathered from the storage facility. "You've found things that don't belong to you," she remarked, her voice measured and quiet. "You are walking on perilous ground. You will turn over those files if you know what is best for you.
"Or what?," then Alex challenged, standing in front of me with a hard jaw of defiance. "You will have us vanish like the others who
