What the hell is going on?

I yell into Ricard's ear, grabbing his arm as he rushes past.

I have to shout to be heard because there are alarm claxons and interspersed announcements blaring.

Word is we're going to war!

Ricard says, eyes wide like a rabbit that's just been pulled out of some magician's stinky hat.

War? With who?

I shout.

Foundation employees are running around us in all directions, heading to wherever they're supposed to be.

I don't know, Amos.

Ricard says.

I'm just assuming from the announcement. Didn't you hear it?

Our group needs to gear up and meet at garage level three.

I didn't hear the announcement. I had my fancy headphones on while lying on my bed.

It was only when my dorm mate, Sharp, ran in that I knew something was up.

I shake my head at Ricard.

I'm off shift.

Not anymore, you're not. Now let's go.

We don't want to be the last to show up. I follow Ricard down the wide concrete hallway, dodging people as they hurry in every direction.

All the doors along the main corridor are open, which is something I've never seen before,

just like I've never seen this many people at once in the facility.

Something really big must be going down.

We get to the supply room, where the flurry of activity is even more pronounced. Men and

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