Morrison finally spoke without slowing down. “Unknown individuals entered the western security corridor approximately ninety seconds ago.”
“Inside the base?” I asked sharply.
“Yes.”
“That should be impossible.”
“It should.”
Which meant either someone inside had helped them… or someone had access levels high enough to bypass standard security entirely.
Neither possibility was good.
We reached a reinforced steel door guarded by two armed soldiers. One scanned Morrison’s credentials while the other stared at me with barely concealed tension. They knew my face now. Which meant word had spread quickly.
Visible.
Grant’s message replayed in my head.
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