Elena POV
The water wasn't just rising; it was rushing in with the force of a broken dam. Within seconds, the freezing Atlantic seawater was at our knees.
"The door!" I screamed over the roar of the intake valves. "Rook, shoot the door!"
Rook raised his rifle and fired three rounds into the locking mechanism of the blast door.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
The bullets sparked and flattened against the reinforced steel. It didn't even dent.
"It's blast-proof," Clara shouted, her voice trembling. She was backing away from the rising water, pressing herself against the glass of the cell she had just been freed from. "This room... it was designed to test hull integrity. It can withstand five thousand PSI."
"Can we shut off the pumps?" I waded toward the wall, looking for a panel, a wheel, anything.
"The controls are in the Command Tower," Clara said, staring at the water swirling around her waist. "There is no internal override. We are in a fishbowl."
