The tunnel's blackness squeezed against Elena's shoulders as she examined her kit for the final time. Move's gang had fortified its function, but the merging dungeons above presented an opportunity they could not pass up.
"prepared?" Zach's voice was slightly concerned as he adjusted his tactical vest.
Elena nodded, tightening the straps of her bag. Dr. Mayfield's device pulsed with an unsettling blue glow at her hip, its steady hum a reminder of the shattered reality above.
"Wait." Sofia grasped her arm. "You need backup." She hefted the weapon pass had provided, determination written across her functions.
"No." Elena's voice became company. "I need you right here to coordinate with go. "If something goes wrong"
"While," a gruff voice corrected. "no longer if."
