Round 31

Jeane held up the data chip, her crimson eyes scanning it for hidden backdoors or tracking mechanisms as the room's lights flickered ominously once more. The air felt charged with anticipation, and Silra's eyes still showed signs of strain from the intense hacking session. Halie stepped closer to examine the data chip, her cleric's fingers tracing its surface carefully.

"Ten seconds?" Jeane snarled, her wings flaring wide in agitation. "Halie, you've got five to finish that chip—four if you're slow! Silra, get ready to yank us out of here on my mark. I don't care how, just make sure we leave no digital trace behind." Her voice cracked with barely controlled rage.

Silra's fingers flew across her keyboard even as she rolled her eyes at Jeane's theatrics. "Demons don't play nice," really?" She muttered under her breath, but there was no real heat in it—she was too busy trying to crack open a secure exit portal while simultaneously scrubbing their digital footprints from the system. "Halie's almost done with that chip..."