The coms watch vibrated against my wrist, persistent and sharp. Bala's name flashed across its small screen. I silenced it without answering. The best response was showing up at CGI in person.
"I'll be there in a minute," Mercury said, her voice clipped as she ended her own call.
Outside the thick walls of the room, a few voices had risen in urgent conversation. Three of us had been reached. May hadn't.
"Guys." Mercury pushed up from the low cushions, fingers sweeping a damp strand of hair from her flushed cheek. "I think I have to go."
"Wait," I said, sitting forward. "Who called?"
"Sinn," she answered, already moving toward the stairs where we'd left our clothes. Her bare feet made quick, soft thuds on the wooden steps.
"What's happening?" May asked, brow creasing in confusion as she watched Mercury disappear upward.
Whatever this was, it sat well outside anything her probability models could account for.
