Round 151

Silra worked with practiced efficiency at the pump controls, her fingers dancing across the interface as she set the timer for the impending overload. The massive hydraulic system behind them began to whine louder, its mechanical heart racing towards its inevitable failure. She turned back to Jeane, her expression unreadable in the dim maintenance room lighting.

"You give me five minutes' warning before it triggers," Silra said, her voice steady despite the growing urgency outside. "I'll hotwire the system to create a diversion." The offer hung in the air between them, a calculated risk against the clock that was rapidly running out.