XIII blinked, then blinked again, as he read the message from Eames. It wasn't something he saw every day, even in this hellhole. He quickly texted back.
Still dealing with the quakes and the fire at the moment. Fuck knows what's caused them and I don't want to risk the whole building blowing the same way.
He sent the message, then another thought occurred to him.
Think it's related to all the vampire scaremongering from the other day? Be careful.
Not for one minute did he think the vampires were responsible. They'd been around for far too long for this not to be a coincidence. That, on top of whatever was going on outside, was more than they needed.