Two military police officers appeared beside us almost immediately, rifles raised as they formed around me without needing instructions. Protective detail. Extraction formation. My pulse accelerated, not from fear exactly, but from recognition. People only moved this fast when the threat level was catastrophic.
“What happened?” I demanded while we pushed through the corridor.
No one answered at first.
An officer ran past carrying a tablet, shouting into a headset. Somewhere nearby, another alarm began overlapping the first—a lower, harsher tone I recognized from secure facilities overseas.
Containment breach.
That tightened something cold inside my chest.
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