Kendra took the column through a maintenance cut Yeda opened in the outer sensor net, not through the licensed green gates. The cut lasted eleven seconds before the pylon lattice tried to reform, and the last stretcher bearer cleared it with a burned heel for the trouble.
Alarms rose behind them in clean Mercy tones, no human voice shouted, automated enforcement simply marked unauthorized biological entry and requested lethal response.
A secondary pylon tried to paint the healers with tracking dust, Jax smashed the emitter before the cloud fully formed, then wiped the partial dust off the pediatric specialist's sleeve with a rag he immediately bagged as contaminated evidence.
"Do not stop for the sound," Kendra said, "stop only for wounds and walls."
