Varik has caught a mysterious masked thief in his father's underwater vault and hauls him to the the surface to interrogate:
We enter my place. My father’s meditation room has one tiny porthole only a water rat could squeeze through. It has dense walls, and a two-way video-page. No precious files in there that would be in jeopardy, so it’s the perfect padded cell. The thief suddenly wheels around to land a clumsy punch, but I veer out of harm’s way and push him ahead of me through the den into my dad’s think tank. Once inside, I struggle to triple-tie the cable binding his hands in front of him to one of the solid columns as he again tries to kick me. I yank off the sludge-dump’s mask.
Long, red hair cascades down. Pearly skin, heart-shaped lips pursed. Fry me in the Hotzone if it’s not a live girl close to my age. Her sapphire-blue eyes gleam with hate.
I step forward, but not close enough for her to tackle me. “What were you doing down there?”
Her ensuing hiss sounds like a water snake poised to attack.
I toss her mask on the floor. “I asked you a question.” No answer. “You’ll stay tied up like this for weeks then.”
She laughs. Kicks the mask I dropped.