Harper
The static ate Fenn's voice and gave back nothing.
I stood in the cold-storage room with two sample cases in my arms and the comm hissing white noise against my ear, and for five seconds the only information I had was the silence, the dust, and the sound of things moving above us that didn't walk the way people walked.
Then Fenn's voice came back. Clipped. Breathing hard.
"East stairwell compromised. Gregor's holding the landing. We need an exit route."
Vane was already moving. He grabbed the two sample cases I'd secured and shoved them into my arms. The third he slung across his back with one hand.
"Stay behind me. Don't stop."
We hit the corridor at a run. Through the bond his senses were cranked wide open, hearing fanning out in every direction, tracking movement above, be
