She narrows her eyes at the screen. The numbers stare back, unwavering, as though daring her to push further. So Surdi does, pushing security protocols out of the way.
Nara, bless her soul, stands next to her and taps her foot impatiently.
“Are you almost done yet?” she asks, clearing her throat. “We’re going to get discovered here pretty soon.”
“Just a little further,” Surdi murmurs.
A white hand clasps around one of her wrists. Identical to her own. Surdi smiles at her sister and brushes the contact away.
“Just a little further,” she repeats, “and then I’ll be done. I have a lead.”
“On what?”
“The Labyrinth of Light. I think I know where the entrance might be.”
Nara stares at her. “Really?”
Then her screen lights up—bright red—and the terminal shuts down. Surdi curses quietly and turns around.
“I got it. But they’re coming. Let’s go!”
Nara takes her wrist and together they wind into the crowds heading home after long days at work. The conspiracy lives on.
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
