One minute to midnight.
She had to get out of here.
Mia tucked the tiny purple polyps she’d harvested into a temperature-controlled specimen pouch and glanced at the Air Surround bubble heading toward her, ever larger, ever more ominous.
She couldn’t make out the regal seal from this distance, but there was no mistaking the swimmer floating within the shimmering orb.
Grasping the blade strapped to the hip of her wet suit, she sliced through the neon pink dive fin wedged between ridges of coral.
She had no choice.