[h3]Whisper Bea[/h3]

Whisper could hear her phone vibrating from the table. She couldn't reach it. She realized that if it was still on, she could still use the handsfree system she'd installed.

"[color=f6989d]Hey, Siri. Call Four-Thirty-Two,[/color]" Four-Thirty-Two was probably unreachable, but Whisper could hope. The phone rang silently, luckily being on silent mode. There was no answer. She muttered a curse. "[color=f6989d]Hey, Siri. Power down.[/color]" The phone shut down. The evidence was gone. So was Zi's signal he was tracking. She knew perfectly what had been happening behind her firewall.