Round 165 Transcript

Jeane's teeth continue to chatter as she attempts to warm up with the lubricant, her eyes fixed on Silra with a mixture of desperation and frustration. The security team is now closing in, their night vision optics adjusting to compensate for the fading light from the generator room's emergency systems. Silra's fingers move swiftly across the junction box interface, the white noise spilling out into the comms system as she plants a deeper-level virus that will keep the security team offline even after they physically replace the hardware. The data spike in her hand glows brighter, its conductive threads humming in sync with the jacket on the floor. The security leader, his beard now slick with sweat, signals to his team to move in for the capture. "We've got them surrounded!" he shouts, his voice echoing off the metal walls of the generator room. The team moves forward, their rifles trained on Jeane and Silra as they prepare to close in. Jeane's shield magic flickers wildly, her body swaying precariously as she struggles to maintain control. "Twenty seconds!" Silra warns, her eyes locked on Jeane's face.