Angeline wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and laughed. "Messy? Cierra, that was art. We got the drive, didn't we?"
The vault door hissed open. Cierra didn't run inside; she reached out and grabbed Angeline by the harness, pulling her back just as the detonator hissed. Cierra slammed a manual override on the vault door, sealing them inside a split second before the explosion rocked the hallway. Cierra_Bell_Angeline_Red_-_A_Perfect_Team_Addit...
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." Angeline wiped a smudge of soot from her cheek and laughed
"Where's the fun in silence?" Angeline grinned, stepping off the ledge. We got the drive, didn't we
She didn't fall; she glided. Using a localized gravity-sink, Angeline descended toward a maintenance hatch three stories down. Cierra followed a second later, her descent controlled and silent, her eyes already scanning the internal schematics she had pulled from the cloud.
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.