Something was wrong. She'd gotten used to the chatter in her earbud, and she'd always been good at spotting patterns and problems. It had kept her alive before, during, and after Section. And she knew something was wrong. Coulson wasn't updating them on the security team statuses, on any prisoner status, on anything. He'd gone radio silent, and that was not like him. She'd heard the confidence in his voice, the calm certainty that everyone was getting out, including his two teams.

She split off from Team One with a quick word that she had one more thing to do. No one argued, although Tris did silently question whether Nikita was going to want backup. She shook her head, then went back inside and started looking for the main security office.

It took a few corridors full of goons to find it, and some of those goons were never waking up again, but she found it eventually. The door was open, and that was something else that was wrong. Phil wouldn't have left the door open if he was in there, and if he wasn't, he would have been talking.

She stepped over the body of the last goon and into the office, then stopped in what was pretty close to horror for her. She'd seen a hell of a lot of injuries over the years, but god. She wasn't sure even Medical could patch that up, and they were damned good at patching up operatives. Her little first aid kit wasn't going to do much at all.

"Phil," she said urgently, kneeling down by him. "Coulson, wake up. You're going to be really embarrassed if I tell you I carried you out of here."