I pushed through the doors to our lab. Everyone else was already here. Damn it. A small group of developers were standing around, watching the action play out behind the glass walls.
"T here yet?" I asked them.
The group jumped, almost in sync.
"I heard Xander say less than a mile," one of the nanite techs said.
I nodded, pushed through the glass doors to the infirmary. The nurses and medical staff were running around like chickens with their heads cut off as Atlas barked orders over the phone line.
Sidling up next to Xander, I waited. Hands jammed into the pockets of my grease-covered jeans, I bounced up and down. Nerves, stress, and anxiety had made me a b***h of a mess lately.
The bay doors began cranking open.
Ransom, Saint, Xander, and I all stood up, moved to the doors.
