In the sudden, heavy silence of the vault, they both leaned against the cold steel, breathing hard. The drive sat on a pedestal in the center of the room, glowing with a soft, blue light.
Angeline checked the pulse-blade strapped to her thigh, her eyes reflecting the glowing red signs of the skyline. "Ready to make some noise, Bell?" Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
Angeline stepped into the center of the hall, her pulse-blade humming to life. She was the shield, a crimson barrier against the tide. Behind her, Cierra was the scalpel, cutting through the digital veins of the spire. In the sudden, heavy silence of the vault,
"Yeah," Cierra said, tucking the drive into her jacket. "We got it. Now, how do you feel about jumping off a seventy-story balcony?" Angeline’s eyes lit up. "I thought you'd never ask." "Ready to make some noise, Bell
Cierra didn't look up from her wrist-mounted terminal. Her fingers moved in a blur, bypassing the first layer of the spire's thermal shielding. "Silence is what gets us home, Red. Try to remember that."