Bodie moved in beside him. “Cameras?”
“Altered. Someone’s created gaps in the coverage. Wait…” He panned left, cursed. “Power in part of the north wing just died, and I’ve got flickering lights in the adjacent corridors.”
Sloane retrieved her ruggedized tablet. “I’ll hack into the internal cameras via their network port… Shit.”
Nick cupped her arm. “What?”
“The firewall’s already down. The entire security system’s wide open.”
She scrolled through a number of feeds, pausing on the camera broadcasting the nurse’s station from outside Kessler’s secure wing. Half-full coffee mugs sat on the counters, steam still lightly blurring the surface behind them. “We’ve got trouble.”
Bodie hissed. “Let me guess, the place is crawling with tangos.”
“Probably, but that’s not what I’m referring to. There’s no one at any of the nurses’ stations. I’m looking at the main one in the center of the facility, and not a single soul is manning thedesk.” She zoomed in. “I’ve got a bloody handprint on a chart on the counter.”
Nick cursed. “Which means, we don’t need you to loop the cameras — buy us time — because the Reaper’s already locked down the entire wing from the inside.”
