Pete heard the call, he was dozing in his office, trying to avoid the stack of paperwork he should have been doing. It took him a moment to realize it wasn't just a drill that his sadistic boss had decided to do. The noise around him was real and it made him sick to his stomach, his mind immediately going to Kitty. He hated that, he hated worrying about where she might be. She was capable, he had to trust that. He ran out of the office and up to the roof, catching a helicopter just in time. Pete pulled out a cigarette and lit it, it was fucking mayhem and he needed a smoke.