"I'd say you'll do that yourself, and I know you will, but not now," she agreed. A goon appeared in the doorway with his finger on his gun's trigger, so she shot him with no hesitation. Then she took Phil's comm and clicked the button as if she hadn't just added to her lifelong body count.

"Team Two, arm your charges," she ordered. She heard the questioning notes in the responding voices, but she also heard affirmative replies. "Team One, get to the perimeter."

Tris would know her voice, and would know that if Nikita was on the comm giving orders instead of Phil, there was a problem.

"Right, now you have to get up," she said, listening to the minimal chatter as people armed charges and confirmed that cells were clear. "Anything you need from this room before it's a pile of burning rubbish?"