Scylla:
The blueprints are finished. I had drawn out the map finding all the weakness in the edge of it. My mind playing countless scenarios of possibilities. I can't sleep, can't eat, can't stand when I'm interrupted. I feel a little light-headed, nothing I haven't been through before. Alastair comes into the room and paces when I don't pay him any attention. He loses his patience and leaves only to come back and do it again hours later.
"You have to give me something, love," Brenden ordered as I moved around flipping through books and article revolving around this f*****g building.
"It's not in there," I let him know looking over the platforms of each story. "There has to be something missing. It's not in there,"
"The water?" he asked.
"Yes,"
"So you wan
