Brandt saw it, too. The sight was unnerving, enough that the Cleric in him rose to the fore. His face blanked completely. His muscles coiled.
No explosions could overcome a self-healing building. He'd never heard of such technology before. If they'd had it in Libria, much of the work spent on infrastructure could have been streamlined. It was a powerful asset to have, this technology. It was clear to Brandt that if the city beyond Blackgate island were to have the same technology, they had more to worry about than just covering their tracks.
"Right," Brandt said. They'd lingered long enough. It was time to go. Past time, he thought, as a corner shaped itself on the formerly-collapsed north side of the prison. He rammed the SUV into gear again and turned them back around toward the City.