"Good," he snorts, with somewhat more emphasis than is perhaps requisite given the subject in question. "ROMAC's protection management was shoddy at best."

Their management had, in general, left much to be desired in all areas, until he had contributed to the immediate and inevitable engineering of their collapse into modern, Rift-adapted society.

Rush turns his mind from the subject.

He runs two fingers along the edge of the stair railing and notes the even distribution of dust.

Given the remaining organisms' difficulty with the stairs and the general deserted air pervading the building's upper levels, he is eighty percent confident that they there will be no further confrontations for the duration of their ascent.

Possibly closer to seventy-five percent.