The call connected on the second ring.
"Fitzgeralt…"
"I'm Ethan Miller. I do not have much time, so please just listen. I am on the outskirts of an industrial area. There's a facility with kidnapped omegas and alphas," Ethan said in one breath, words punching out faster than panic could shape them. "They're sedated, restrained, and hooked to God knows what via IV. A full demolition crew is on site and preparing charges. They're going to level the building with them inside. I need you to locate this phone right now and send people capable of stopping it."
"Stay on the line until your location is confirmed." Trevor's cold voice ripped through the artificial quiet of the corridor. "Make pictures of anything that you can, and don't touch the victims. You may provoke more damage than good."
"I'm here for Leon Stuart. He was an hour ago still conscious."
"Did you contact anyone else?"
