She was in her early thirties now, but she acted exactly the same as she had in the hospital.

She held her phone in front of her face and tapped the screen over and over with her thumb.

“Your biologicals,” Sarah said.

“The hostile VIPs.”

“They’re not hostile,” I said.

“They’re just here to collect.”

“How did they even get past the front gate?” Sarah asked.

“They filled out the public visitor forms online.”