"Hi Kit," Luca said warily as she walked into one of the conference rooms from his seat at the conference table. Kit froze for a second before spinning on her heel and reaching for the door handle on the closed door.

She swore under her breath when the door didn't budge. Kit could see Gemma's figure through the frosted pane of glass that served as the wall.

"It's locked, Honey!" Gemma called out from the other side.

Kit slapped the door with her hand. ...