The alarms screamed through the operations building like living things.
Red emergency lights flashed across the walls in violent pulses, turning every face inside the corridor sharp and dangerous. Officers moved instantly, years of training overriding confusion. Doors slammed shut automatically somewhere deeper inside the facility. Heavy locks engaged with metallic thuds that echoed through the concrete hallways.
General Morrison grabbed my arm hard enough to leave bruises.
“Move.”
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