The metallic clang of their movements echoed through the cramped ventilation shaft as Sza'ira led the way, her four arms making her movements swift and sure. Ethan, Tazra, Lillith, and Sza'ira crawled through the dark tunnel, trying to stay as quiet as possible while the chaos of the prison break roared below. The muffled shouts of prisoners fighting their way through the complex and the blasts of gunfire filled the air, reminding them that every second counted.
"Is this vent going to get us closer to the control room?" Tazra asked, her voice a low whisper as they crawled forward.
Sza'ira didn't look back, her voice a steady rasp in the dark. "This leads to a maintenance corridor that runs parallel to the control room. Once we drop down, we'll be in range, but it's not going to be easy. Security will be tighter near the command hub, and we're going to have to move fast."
