The med team that Enzo had recruited is already outside, but fear of crossing Hexadecimal had kept them from coming to Bob's aid immediately. Now they don't have that excuse, and Bob needs help now.

Six binome feet pound the pavement as they sprint across to where the Guardian lies. "Stand clear, Ma'am," the lead Zero snaps at Dot as she straps the cuff of the energy transfuser to Bob's arm.