Weeoo weeoo weeoo
The alarms tore through Military Police Headquarters with relentless force, sharp and urgent, refusing to stop.
The main hall filled rapidly, bodies streaming through entrance after entrance.
Inquisitors in their formal blacks, their faces showing confusion mixed with growing alarm.
Military personnel in various uniforms, some still adjusting their jackets, others wiping sleep from their eyes, all of them moving with efficiency despite the uncertainty bleeding through their postures.
And crowded near the front, the reporters stood holding their equipment.
The same ones who'd gathered earlier for the Giant war coverage, who'd broadcast Damian's interrogation by the Patriarchs.
Above them all, suspended in the center of the vast hall, a massive hologram blazed with text that pulsed in rhythm with the alarms.
EMERGENCY BROADCAST!
EMERGENCY BROADCAST!
EMERGENCY BROADCAST!
