Xavier pulled out his phone, already dialing. "Arturo, report."

Kimberly grabbed her jeans from the floor, yanking them on with shaking hands. Her body was still humming from what they'd just done, but adrenaline was quickly replacing the afterglow.

"How many?" Xavier's voice was sharp, controlled. A pause. "Lock it down. Full perimeter sweep. And find out how the fuck they got that close."

He ended the call and turned to her, his eyes hard. All business now, like the past twenty minutes ...