“I’m not seeing any easy entrances,” I subvocalized again, not expecting much chatter right then, not when everybody was doing their best to concentrate on either holding their breath, killing something we didn’t like, or keeping one of those somethings from killing somebody we did. If not for my ability to adjust my vision outside the spectrum of light normally visible to Humans, I wouldn’t have been able to see anything at all, not with all the spurts of blood and other fluids in the water (demonstrating to my horror, every time I let myself think about it, that those freaking shark people weren’t just robots: they were either cyborgs, or monsters in power armor). As it was, adjusting my eyes to see electrical impulses on one bandwidth, and infrared on another, I soon had a decent outl
