“It’s some minutes to eight, Auden.” Tristan mumbled quietly, reminding me immediately of the incoming call from Xobra.

“Talked to the guards?” I inquired, reminding myself to have a word with them tonight.

“Yeah, I did that already. And the alarms didn’t fucking go off or we’d have all been alerted of their breakage. They probably had someone hack into it, I just don’t know...” Tristan trailed off as he lifted his head from the glass and faced me, his eyes blown wide open.

I stared into his eyes for a few more seconds before shaking my head in slowly before asking what Tristan was silently contemplating. “Think the alarms...