"WE HAVE A PROBLEM," Mason said without preamble. "Eastern perimeter breach. Multiple signatures. Not Theron. Something else."
"How many?"
"At least six. Maybe more. They're not trying to hide. Gray, this is—"
"A diversion." Grayson was already moving, heading back upstairs. "Theron's making his move. He extracts Kael while we're dealing with the breach. Where's Lucson?"
"Already mobilizing teams for the perimeter. But Gray, if Theron can extract someone from our holding cells—"
"He had help. Inside help." Grayson took the stairs three at a time. "Which means we can't trust anyone. Get to the west wing. Now. I want everyone we don't explicitly trust cleared from this section."
He reached the west wing to find Carson already outside the door, armed and alert.
"She's secure," Carson said. "Tried to follow you out, but I convinced her that was a terrible idea."
"How?"
