As they sped toward the Bureau's garage, Maya fought to keep pace with Director Kaine's rapid-fire directions. Sophia jogged alongside, translating as best she could in action.
"Another incident at Westfield Plaza—same pattern. Thirty-seven down, no evident cause," Sophia signed, her fingers moving to keep up with Kaine's hurried briefing.
Maya nodded, hugging her portable diagnostic equipment closer to her chest. The appointment with the blind consultant—Harlow—had been difficult enough before the emergency call came through. Now they were being thrown into field work together with zero preparation.
She glanced back to see Harlow following effortlessly despite his blindness, his guide dog navigating the hallway with trained precision. His face remained calm, almost pleased, a
