Round 79

Jeane's wings beat rapidly now, creating small whirlpools of agitation in the rising floodwaters as she processes the situation—hidden camera activated, alarm systems engaged, water now past her knees and climbing fast toward hip level. The sound of rushing water grows louder, more insistent, as pressure increases from below while maintenance corridor lights begin strobing like emergency beacons announcing their presence to whatever security response is surely on its way. Silra's screens flicker with warnings as she types furiously at her keyboard, "We have to move, now! If we don't get out of here, the floodwaters will consume us all..."

I hate being rushed like this—water up to my hips now, Silra's screens flickering like dying fireflies while Jeane's wings create useless turbulence that just makes things worse. The corrupted figures at the end of the corridor haven't moved since I extended the blind spot for the first time, but that doesn't mean they're gone. They're still there—waiting, regrouping, probably calling for backup while we stand here in rising water debating which death trap is less bad than the others. Jeane's going to get us all killed with her impatient bullshit if I don't find a way out of this security grid fast.