Hidden Military Involvement
The vibrations of the cargo lift were rough, as if the old machine was struggling against gravity's pull and the shockwave from the water explosion below. I sat on the cold metal floor, holding Dahlia, who was trembling violently. Her breathing was shallow, a sign that physical stress was beginning to wear down her fragile heart.
"Dad... the water... are they chasing us?" Dahlia whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the lift's engine.
"No, honey. The water has been contained below. We're heading somewhere higher up," I said, trying to muster the most reassuring tone possible. My trembling hand stroked her back, even as my mind and logic screamed at me about the danger Juri had just reported.
"Juri, activate the sound isolation protocol in this
