Olivia's POV
I ran.
Down the hallway, my feet barely touching the floor, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Gabriel's room. I needed to get to Gabriel's room.
I pounded on the door. "Gabriel! GABRIEL!"
He opened it looking concerned, still in his sleep clothes. "Olivia? What's wrong? Is Maxwell…"
"We need to leave. Now. Pack your things."
"What? Why? What happened?"
"It's my best friend and Damien. They were kidnapped in New Delhi. Damien was shot. He's in surgery." The words tumbled out in a rush. "We're going there now, and we're using Maxwell's jet."
Gabriel's face went pale. "Damien! Jesus Christ. Is he…"
"I don't know. Kira could barely talk when she called Kennedy. We just need to go." I was already backing away. "Ten minutes. Meet us in the lobby."
"Olivia, wait…"
"Ten minutes!"
I ran back to my room, grabbing my suitcase and throwing things in haphazardly. Clothes, toiletries, phone charger - nothing mattered except getting there. Getting to Kira.
