{“Good work, everyone. If we get seperated in the streets, regroup at the safe house to compare notes. I… think I might know what this was about. Fast and quiet, now; the Emperor Protects.”}

Soren tapped fingertips to the slate at his hip, securing mid-combat speculations as the flagging salvo of shots rang overhead. Once Gaspar buzzed by in pursuit of his prospective patients, that was the rest of the cell clear. Rising to his feet on a last surge of fear converting into survivor’s thrill, he sprints in the wake of his comrades to the exit!