Chapter 107 - That was new

Sarge stood there long enough for Felicity to point at the corner of the glass panel. A little strip of bandage they'd taped over a sharp edge had worked loose. He pressed it back into place and freed the curtain where it had caught on the tape. She mouthed her thanks, tugged the curtain across with the hand she had free and went back to her men. Down the hall, Marx had started on the broken windows without him. Sarge went to lend him a shoulder.