Chapter ThirtyFor a few seconds, nothing happened. Samantha's heart sank. “This was all for—” The lights blinked on, cutting her sentence short.
“John, you still there?” she asked.
“He's got Swanson,” John yelled above the sounds of a struggle, screams drowning out many of the words. “—little bastard. Hold tight Sammy. We can't tell if Aeon Fall have breached the pool door yet. Agents are on their way. Barricade yourselves if you can. I—” The signal went dead.
“John? John?”
Samantha pulled her headset off. “The line's dead at his end. Mom, stop shouting.” She turned to the captured terrorist, pointing her rifle at him. “You!” she said, “how did you get in here?”
His gaze switched between her and Io as Io lowered her weapon, pushing it firmly down. “You do not need it. Oliver here has
