The door to her office swung open and there the figure still sat with its head down, and the blood now died up with cuts, scars and bruises. Nora walked to her desk her right arm broken and punctured.
She slammed a button on her desk and sirens started to blare as the blast shield doors started to shut. Nearing the exit. John when in the door frame.
The blast shield door was coming down hard and despite being short, he held up the door. The SFC ran past with a few of them sliding under and with John now unable to leave, the blast shields shut him in.
And on the outside, the SST and SFC stood as they had reached a reception area. The front of HS9.
John picked up his sword and holstered the sword. Despite the SFC and the SST getting through, only Slyas seemed to care about speaking out. "We need to help John!" He punched the blast shield door but it didn't budge.
He punched it again the door didn't even vibrate, "Grand Master, perhaps, we should go before we get caught." Reluctantly Slyas agreed to Ruven's cunning.