Anna asked as Caleb and Joshua escorted her briskly down a short hallway and through a fairly large room that seemed to be bursting at the seams with men, desks, and equipment. “This is a sub-station. The Watch Center was too badly damaged in the blast to use until we can get someone in to repair it. “Oh,” Anna said uncomfortably. “I guess that’s why it’s crowded?” “That and it’s shift change. The night patrol comes in to file their reports. The day shift reports in for assignments.” The three of them paused in front of a door and Caleb rapped on the panel. “Come!” Anna’s heart executed a little double step when she recognized the voice, but Caleb opened the door before she could brace herself. Simon looked up with a scowl from the report on his desk. The expression was wiped from his face so quickly that it might have amused Anna if she’d been in any condition to enjoy it. Unfortunately, memories of their argument only a little earlier were bombarding her. “Anna came to help.”
