Travis sat in his chair in the security office, watching the monitors in front of him. Thousands of military personnel were running across the artificial turf, causing the alarms to go off, but he simply switched them to silent mode.
Addy's plan of desensitizing the guards at the facility to no longer react to the sound of an alarm was paying off. There were easily more than four thousand shifters pouring into the compound, and no one knew about it.
He watched dispassionately as sprays of blood darkened the cameras in the cell block as the freed shifters started taking their pound of flesh.
Everything was going to plan.
And that worried him.
"Milo," grunted Travis into the almost invisible communication device he had attached to his ear and uniform cuff. "Can you hear me?"
