Not slowing a bit, the speedboats raced toward the pier. Black Phantom models moved silently thanks to advanced engine dampeners, slicing the dark water like polished stone. Up on the screens, Elara saw people in combat suits getting ready with climbing gear. Nothing like the rough fighters at the old house - these belonged only to Vivienne.
"They aren't going to blow the door," Silas observed, leaning against a server rack for support. He had found a flare gun in an emergency kit, holding it with a grim resolve. "They want the ring intact. That means they need your hand, Elara. Preferably attached to you, but they aren't picky."
Finished with them first,” Elara said, hands moving fast on another keyboard. Then they can take it
A sudden flicker ran through the dock’s lighting as she act
