"Ares," Elias gasped, leaning heavily against the doorframe of the observation cell. His face was completely drained of blood, his breath coming in ragged, terrified bursts. He clutched his datapad so tightly his knuckles were stark white. "We have a massive problem."
Ares remained on the floor, his arms still wrapped firmly around Rio’s trembling shoulders to keep his friend from thrashing. He looked up at the hacker, his eyes narrowing. "What is it, Elias? Speak clearly."
"It’s a tracker," Elias panted, pushing himself into the room and thrusting the glowing screen of his datapad toward Ares. "A secondary, deep-cover telemetry signal. It just activated inside this bunker, and it’s broadcasting our exact coordinates on a Vanguard military frequency."
"That’s impossible," Saphira argued
