Dimitri pushed his left hand through the white cut and found fire on the other side.
His fingers flattened to fit the opening before his eyes adjusted to the monitoring room below. Oil burned across a table with five edges. One wall and part of the floor were gone. Through that break, a black rail carried the missing section somewhere the extraction band refused to measure.
Five people remained in the room.
The white band around Dimitri's wrist tightened. A crack from Jade's earlier cut crossed half its face. It could widen for one stable body before the return line folded.
Darel drove the empty oil can against the west door. Keth worked beneath the fallen table with his saw pressed against an ankle buckle. Ossan tore pages from a route ledger and packed them into the gaps around the door latch.
Miri held the carrier upright with one arm while pumping with the other.
"Take him first because the ankle restraint still carries the table's weight."
