"Veronica." One of the analysts looked up from her station. "The Boss is producing more spawn than projected. We're looking at a potential overrun scenario in approximately four minutes."
Veronica's expression didn't change. "Options?"
"We can call for VHC backup, but response time is at least ten minutes."
"Unacceptable."
"We could deploy the Sirena Protocol, but that requires—"
"I know what it requires." Veronica's eyes found Reyna across the room. "Are you ready?"
Reyna stepped forward. Her whole demeanor had shifted. The woman who'd been lying in bed with me an hour ago was gone. In her place stood La Sirena, Valoria's Crimson Comet.
"Born ready."
"Then go. Show them what Olympus Rising can do."
Reyna looked at me. Something passed between us. An acknowledgment.
Then she was moving, heading for the door at a pace that was almost a run.
"What's the Sirena Protocol?" I asked.
Veronica turned to me. Her expression was unreadable.
