The elevator doors parted with a soft hiss. Morrigan stepped into a corridor she didn't recognize. Two security guards lay face-down on the floor, blood pooling beneath them. She crouched next to the nearest body and retrieved the pistol from his holster, checking the magazine.
She tapped her comm. "Aris? You there?"
Static crackled before his voice came through, breathless. "Shit, sorry. Had to keep quiet. These fuckers are getting closer."
"How many dead?" she checked the guard's other pockets, finding two spare magazines.
"Six of our people. Three in the west wing, two by the server room, one near the cafeteria." A burst of gunfire cut through the static. "They're heading to Pasteur's location. Moving in groups of three. Military gear, but no insignias. These aren't regular mercs."
"Where are they now?"
"Third floor, moving up. Will's got Pasteur in the panic room."
"And Kazuo? Where is he?"
