Chapter 8
The swim back up was indeed draining. She inflated her internal sacks of air that made her float, but the currents were strong and her seajets could barely keep up. She could see her power levels dropping even with the added batteries Shiny Beads had installed.
For a moment, it felt impossible.
She stopped. What would be bad about giving up? Nobody expected her back home. She didn’t even own a cat, being allergic to fur. No job, no boyfriend, just a ridiculously expensive flat at the outskirts of Paris at a two-minute walk from the metro that would be tossed up by now and re-rented.
What was the point?
Her numb fingers touched the compartment with the data drive, sealed and dry. It felt heavy. Someone had died for this. Another, she, had risked her life for it too.
Not that
