"Are you serious," she snaps over the crackling fire, the continuously calm and smooth voice. Quite serious, it would appear. Fuck. Fuck. Okay. Fuck.
The platform continues to descend into proverbial hell. There's a wall up above it, a sort of mezzanine, and she's successful in firing one portal into it, if only she could get an access point-
The smoke is starting to choke her, her eyes watering, the heat making her dizzy. She turns to her right and fires wildly at the wall, creating herself an entry. No time to waste. She leaps.
She sails through and hits the floor, rolling, coughing. She looks around frantically. Has to get out from under the realm of those cameras. Has to get out.
There's something up above, a platform jutting out, leading into the internal machinery between the walls and ceilings and floors. She'd have to jump - she could make it from a high enough portal, but she needs momentum to carry her over.
She fires one up as high as she can, and one right beneath her. She falls through, down, dives through again - sails over, landing hard within the narrow space of the ceiling.
She hunches over, shaking.
"Rush," she says slowly. This isn't right. This isn't him. None of this is right. She lifts her head, fragments of memory coming back, an incoherent tangle in her head. "Rush, what are you doing?"
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"Are you serious," she snaps over the crackling fire, the continuously calm and smooth voice. Quite serious, it would appear. Fuck. Fuck. Okay. Fuck.
The platform continues to descend into proverbial hell. There's a wall up above it, a sort of mezzanine, and she's successful in firing one portal into it, if only she could get an access point-
The smoke is starting to choke her, her eyes watering, the heat making her dizzy. She turns to her right and fires wildly at the wall, creating herself an entry. No time to waste. She leaps.
She sails through and hits the floor, rolling, coughing. She looks around frantically. Has to get out from under the realm of those cameras. Has to get out.
There's something up above, a platform jutting out, leading into the internal machinery between the walls and ceilings and floors. She'd have to jump - she could make it from a high enough portal, but she needs momentum to carry her over.
She fires one up as high as she can, and one right beneath her. She falls through, down, dives through again - sails over, landing hard within the narrow space of the ceiling.
She hunches over, shaking.
"Rush," she says slowly. This isn't right. This isn't him. None of this is right. She lifts her head, fragments of memory coming back, an incoherent tangle in her head. "Rush, what are you doing?"