The heavy steel door of the safe room sealed shut with a resounding thud, muffling the chaos that raged beyond. Mishka leaned against the cool metal wall, her heart pounding in her chest. Bruce immediately moved to a sophisticated control panel, his fingers flying over the keys.
"What are you doing?" Mishka asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Calling for backup," Bruce replied tersely. "And activating the mansion's defense systems. It won't stop Jean and Lucinda, but it might slow them down."
As Bruce worked, Mishka's mind raced. The image of Graham, outnumbered and fighting furiously, was seared into her memory. "We have to help Graham," she insisted. "We can't just leave him out there."
Bruce paused, his shoulders tense. "Graham knows the risks, Mishka. He-"
"He's our friend," Mishka interrupted. "And he's out there because of us. We have to do something."