Nora wanted to punch something. Well, to be honest, she wanted to punch Deacon, but she had a thing against kicking... or punching... people when they were down.
Instead, she forced herself to take a few deep breaths. She needed to calm her nerves, still her mind. She pulled on every technique she knew for self-soothing, everything she had ever used in her previous life.
She actually laughed to herself when that came to mind. Her previous life. Thinking now about how nervous she'd been taking her bar exam, or starting her first day at a new law firm, or even later when she was offered junior partner... It all seemed laughable. Could she even claim to be the same person any more?
She'd only been out of the vault for maybe a year. The things she'd seen... the things she'd done... the Nora from 200 years ago would have been horrified at what she'd become. She'd found a few good people... she even had a lot of respect for that jerk Rhys... but it was so hard to trust people. This world she'd woken up in...it was terrifying on so many levels.
Sudden gunfire grabbed her attention, and she realized one of the machine gun turrets had locked onto a target. She glanced out the window but saw nothing, although she was able to gauge the direction the turrets were attacking.
"We know you're in there, girl. You'll need to come out at some point. And believe me, I got nothing but time."
An explosion caused her to step back from the door, and she knew that could mean only one thing.
"Fuck."
Danse came running out as he heard her cursing.
"They took one of your turrets out." She explained. "They haven't tried the door yet, but if they hack that terminal..."
"I shut down that terminal from inside, so they won't be able to do that. They'll have to break the door down."
Well, that was one positive, but not exactly one that made her want to jump for joy. She sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the past few hours. Today was turning into a very long day, and she was sure it was going to be an even longer night