Round 113

Silra worked in silence, her fingers moving with practiced precision across the exposed circuitry. The complex web of wires and components before her demanded her full attention, offering no room for distraction despite the growing tension in the room. Jeane radiated impatience like a physical force, her desire for release palpable, while Halie maintained a stance of rigid resistance that seemed increasingly untenable.

"I don't care if the entire building starts singing 'We Are The Champions'," Silra muttered without looking up from her work, "I need twenty minutes of uninterrupted focus or we all get to explain this mess to the city council." Her hands moved with surgical precision as she isolated a damaged component, her concentration absolute.

The clock ticked away the seconds, each passing moment bringing them closer to the deadline Silra had set. The building's demands grew more insistent, its need for satisfaction becoming a tangible pressure in the air. Silra remained focused, her skills as an engineer her only defense against the escalating situation.