The collapse report landed on her desk at 11:47 pm, forty minutes after she'd filed the evacuation summary.
She read it the way she read all post-run documentation, methodically, section by section, the professional habit of someone who had learned early that the details you skimmed were always the ones that mattered. Personnel accounted for. Awakened, all nine, confirmed safe at threshold. Support staff, four registered porters on the run.
Three recovered.
One unaccounted for.
She read the name in the unaccounted column and sat with it for a moment.
Voss, C. Porter, grade three. F-rank, no class. Six year registration.
She thought about the corridor. The way he'd been moving toward the core chamber when everyone else was moving away from it. She hadn't seen it directly, she'd been b
