She sat up instantly. “Injured? Fighting?” “No. Worse. They’re moving things. Big things. And they won’t let anyone near the west side of the enclosure. Just—please hurry.” That was all she needed to hear.
Ten minutes later she was tearing through empty pre-dawn streets, hair unbrushed, uniform half-buttoned, her pulse thudding in her ears. By the time she reached the staff entrance, her stomach was tight enough to ache.