Outside, the siren in the yard began to wail, a high-pitched warning that made one's head throb. The temperature sensors pinged red, and the room-control monitors lit up with angry, flashing warnings.
"Ace!" someone shouted.
Ace spun around just in time to see his brother Alaric and Violet sprinting toward him through the smoke and haze. Relief crashed over him, and he caught Alaric in a rough hug. They held on for a heartbeat before pulling apart.
"What's the status?" Alaric demanded.
Ace's jaw tightened. "The first bomb went off. We intercepted the second, but we still haven't found the third's location."
As if mocking his words, a deafening boom rippled through the warehouse, the ground trembling beneath their feet. The lights above swayed, and the smell of burning chemicals intensified.
"Another volatile compound must have ignited," Ace muttered, his face grim.
"We need to cut power to the HVAC system and kill the main. Now!" Alaric barked.
Violet asked. "HVAC?"
