Telrim stops working for a minute, very still as she listens to the sounds outside. There's time: the trio appears to be working their way along the hallway, opening one door after another. They're still a couple of rooms away.

"They're sweeping the labs." She stands, draws her Dracon and lays it on the desk, close to hand. "Focus on the two Andalites. Don't waste time with them. Try to leave the human conscious: I doubt they'll be much threat."

She hesitates, then taps at the display rapidly, pulling up a file she knows to be there. "Let them get all the way inside. Then we'll strike."