Kesh put his free hand flat against the wall plate.
[Deepwater Press]. The air in the chamber thickened and everything in it gained weight. Trafalgar's arms slowed as though he were swinging them through water, and the loose paper on the floor stopped drifting and lay flat.
Then the interior bulkhead came down between them.
It dropped out of the ceiling with a single hydraulic slam, cutting the chamber in half, and Trafalgar was on the wrong side of it with the furnace and the ledger on the other.
"He knows this building better than the engineers who built it," Zafira said.
"He designed half the protocol." Trafalgar hit the plate on his side and got nothing. "Get him off the furnace. I need the cabinet."
Zafira opened both hands and the chamber changed colour.
[Red Loom]. Crimson light spread out from her across the floor, the ceiling, the shelving and the sealed bulkhead, and inside that zone her threads stopped being lines she placed and became lines already waiting.
