"10:00! 2:00!" Beelz pinpointed tangos beyond the walls.
Meanwhile, Jessica kept hers and David's heads down. Bolts of light scattered the interior in an exchange of dense fire that carved a storm. Operatives and Azareans fired, fell, and fired again. During one keen instant, a grenade explosion interrupted the spray of projectiles, and a holographic shield flew overhead with the arm still attached.
Then it stopped, and in the reprieve, Beelz scanned the floor for casualties. When the dust finally cleared and the wind once again howled, several operatives lay motionless.
"Where am I?" David mumbled. Apparently, the chaos had revived his awareness and fear. The same applied to the rest of the wakingÑnow excitedÑprisoners.
Alert, Jessica trudged across the room, where she found Shannon and Valerie together. "You guys, alright?"
"I am a little bit," Valerie coughed.
Shannon lay flat on the floor. "I need to go to the bathroom."