Blair got twelve steps down the corridor before her leg reminded her it had been on fire four days ago.
She didn't slow down. Slowing down was what people did when they wanted to be caught, and there was a full lecture hall behind her that had just watched Dominic Vale hand her over to a squad of lottery admissions like a rescue dog with paperwork.
Eight people. Co-command. Field lead.
The words kept arranging themselves into different shapes inside her skull and every shape was worse than the last.
