Round 94

Silra pressed herself against the wall outside the penthouse suite, her dark eyes fixed on the crack beneath the door. The sounds from inside were growing more frenzied—shouts mingling with electronic buzzing and the unmistakable thump of something heavy hitting furniture. She cursed under her breath, wishing she'd brought more than just her wits and a pocketknife for this kind of situation. The smart move would be to wait here until Hera or Jeane emerged, but every passing second felt like an eternity.