The mag-lev train Lilith chewed through the subterranean dark, her silent engines vibrating in the marrow of the squad's bones as she breached the sub-aquatic dock.
"Can we talk about the fact that this train is named after a demon?" Don asked, leaning his head against the cold glass of the transport car. "It's a bit on the nose, isn't it? We're heading into a dark hole in the ground in a machine named after the mother of monsters. It's like the universe isn't even trying to be subtle anymore."
"It's better than 'The Soul-Crusher,' Don," Elias muttered, rubbing his temples. His neon-blue eye was still cycling through diagnostic checks, casting a rhythmic blue strobe across the interior of the car. "At P.A.C.I.F.I.C., the transport shuttles were all named after Greek tragedies. At least 'Lilith' has some personality. Though, granted, that personality is mostly 'I might eat your soul if the power cuts out.'"
