Lila arrived twenty minutes after Lucas called her.
No ship. She had been running a contract three sectors over when the comms came through and had covered the distance on foot through the outer district rooftops, which explained the dust on her jacket and the complete absence of any expression that suggested she found this unusual.
She looked at the coordination hall through the blue door's narrow window and said nothing for a moment.
"Twenty four hostages," Lucas said. "Harlan Voss leading. Released eight days ago. Fire sword, category three beast weapon. Twelve to fifteen people with him, mixed abilities, at least one telekinetic confirmed."
"Who else knows he asked for Noah," Lila said.
"Everyone in this room," Lucas said. "Kelvin on comms. That's it."
"Keep it that way," she said. "Last thing we need is that getting out publicly while Noah is wherever Noah is."
Marcus looked at the wall briefly.
Lila looked at him. "What."
"Kelvin found him," Marcus said.
Lila waited.
