Noa said, a familiar terror gripping her heart as she thought, Not again. They’d been lulled into complacency, and now they were trapped underground like a couple of rats. On every monitor, men were moving purposefully in staggered lines. How many did Pike send? Dozens? Peter spun on Loki. “You sold us out!” “I what?” Loki growled. “You think I would ever invite a bunch of jackboots here? Hell, I didn’t even want you here!” “I don’t think it was him,” Noa said. “He could’ve just disabled the alarms.” “Exactly!” Loki exploded, throwing up his arms. Peter took a step back, doubt flickering across his features. Mingled with something else . . . Was that guilt? “It couldn’t have been the tracker,” he said weakly. “Teo and Daisy have it.” “Maybe there are trackers in the servers?” she said. “No way.” Loki shook his head emphatically. “Told you, this room is its own goddamn Faraday cage.” He jabbed a finger at Peter. “Did you take that pack off before we got the bug out?
