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Leaderless and unable to see, fearful of hitting each other, the Marines were calling for security to turn on the emergency backup lights.
Security wasn't responding.
"Lights out--your work, too?" Xris asked Rowan. "Taking a chance, weren't you?"
"Not really." She shrugged. "I know you. I figured you'd have some sort of infrared."
They came to a blast door. Rowan punched in a code on the keypad. The blast doors shuddered, slid open. Xris and Rowan slipped through. Rowan hit the controls on the other side, the doors slid shut. This corridor was still brightly lit.
"The elevators won't be working. We'll have to take the fire stairs. Oh, shit."
People were milling about in the hallways. One, spotting Rowan, started toward her. "Major, what's going on? We can't reach secur--" "What the devil are you people doing out here?" Rowan demanded. "Don't you hear the damn alarm? We're under enemy attack! Get to your posts!"
Some returned to their offices. Others remained huddled uncertainly in the corridor. But at least her orders gave them something else to talk about.
Rowan shoved open the fire door, began running down the narrow metal stairs. Xris clattered after her.
"Were those soldiers serious?" he yelled over the noise they were making. "About shooting you?"
"Yes!" Rowan yelled back. "I told you. You're going to be in a lot of trouble
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