The message came at four in the morning, while the city was still the color of wet concrete.
[Hacker]: One of the three woke. Theo caught the pressure change twelve minutes ago. Location is dirty, but I have two stolen dispatches pointing at the drained parking structure under the old transit interchange, level three.
[Hacker]: Harvest crew is listed forty minutes out, so assume that number is a lie. You are nineteen, injured, and not cleared to fight; good, because talking is the only useful thing you can do there. Iris is downstairs.
Caleb was in his boots before he finished reading.
His mother stood in the kitchen doorway in her robe, asking nothing now. She handed him the good coat and said, "Bring whoever it is home, or bring yourself home. One of those."
Iris had the car running. She drove fast and spoke only when she had to.
