Florida

In a blink, a spider scurried out from beneath the door, triggering the holographic screen that unfolded the scene before us.

Crowds of people bustled about. Loads of them.

"Quite the crowd, isn't it?" Louis quipped, eyes widening. I concurred, and he instructed E.Y.E, "Scout the area and report back."

The spider darted around, amidst the hubbub of large boots and raucous chatter. It was clear we were at a clandestine airport, given the numerous aircraft scattered across the tarmac.

"Alright, now we just need to wait for the area to clear. Once it does, we can proceed to find Brie and Greg."

"What about Hans?"

"We'll need to free him first…" Louis realized, directing E.Y.E, "locate Hans and report what you observe."

The spider zipped through the corridor, dodging clunky boots. Soon, we veered right, entering a dimly lit hallway where two men and Laurent Orligano stood.

"Hold," Louis commanded, and the spider halted instantly.