I came in carefully, checking if anybody was inside. If the attacker was still here, I had to be alert to respond. As I scanned the lab, I noticed that they had searched it thoroughly, destroying most things. Had they been looking for the stupid button?
The Captain's life was more important now. As I grabbed the phone, I was surprised to hear the line was open. I marked the emergency number, drilled into us since childhood: Zero-One-Two.
"Emergency services, how can I help?" said the cheery voice on the other side of the line. Too cheery. Were they supposed to be this happy when somebody was dying?
"I'm at the old Alchemy building at Ashford University, office G22. There's a man, wounded, with a knife in his belly. Need a healer to come."
There was a pause, as I heard a murmur on the o
