"Are we under attack?" Ivan demanded, throwing the door to his security room open. Keane was already present along with two other men.
"Not yet, sir," Keane was quick to supply. "But this bird is not friendly. This is definitely reconnaissance. Next step will be a strike team and if they're organized they'll be here inside of ten minutes. With half of our security systems still down from the canary's escape attempt yesterday, we need to get the fuck out of here."
Ivan nodded. "Give the order, clear the island. Walk with me." Keane fell into step with Ivan as he strode down the corridors, retracing his steps toward his private quarters. "We'll go with exit plan Delta since Jaya took out the helicopter."
Keane cleared his throat. "Hate to say it boss, but the first thing the girl did up on the roof was black out our communications. Must've been her that sent a signal."