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Mickayla's time in the Spears had prepared her for many things. She was prepared for the intense chill that run up her spine as the simulator integrated with her spinal nerves. She was prepared for the rush of warm water which washed over her face, as though the cavernous warehouse she had been sitting in only seconds earlier had been struck by a tsunami. She was even prepared for the glint of sunlight filtering lazily through the crystal clear waters which greeted her as she opened her eyes.

When one served with the Spears, one learned to expect the unexpected. Today, however, the slim 5'8" South American furred seal found herself surprised. Around her the core of her team were still blinking into existence amongst the softly rolling currents of the tropical waters that would be their battlefield. This wasn't what had surprised her, however. Nor was it the tight silver one-piece swimsuit she wore. The fabric was like latex against her skin, showing off every curve of her supple body while blending with the natural grey of her short fur. All of this was as expected as the knife on her thin black belt and the harpoon gun strapped to her outer thigh.

"What the hell are you doing here, Anna?!" She hoped the surprise in her voice was masked by the crackling of her mask-based communication set, though the moulded clear plastic did little to hide the surprise in her features.

"Training" answered the smug voice of another seal several years Mickayla's younger. The girl floated in the water nearly ten feet away but still Mickayla felt the urge to reach out and throttle her.

"Does mom know you signed up?" The surprise had melted into an anger she made no attempt to hide.

"Of course. She didn't say I could, but she knows I'm here." Again the smugness of the younger seal's answer pressed at Mickayla's buttons; this wasn't unexpected either, her sister had always had a knack for pressing her buttons. "There's shit you can do about it, sis. You know it, too"

Mickayla bit down on the groan she felt bubbling up in her throat. She knew her sister had celebrated her 18th birthday just the month before, she had even sent a card since she'd been unable to get leave to attend the party in person. With that in mind Mickayla floated silently in the water and wrestled with the emotions she wanted to hide even as she sought the words to express them.

"You dumb bitch" was all that came to mind. Anna visibly winced at the three simple words but she didn't answer them. Both of the girls were cut off by a command over-ride which had the commander's voice filling their ears suddenly.

"Listen up, grunts. The mission is simple. You're to engage the enemy and ascertain the whereabouts of their sub-aquatic base. Once you've discovered the location, you are to assault and take it--destroy it if you must. The simulation will run until the base is in your hands, or the defenders have wiped you out."

There was no risk in today's simulation. Even if they were killed they would simply wake up in the simulation-chairs in which their corporeal bodies still sat. Still, Mickayla's eyes flitted to her sister. There was no doubt in the girl's mind that Anna had come here because of her; how had she not seen her until now? Surely she would have seen her around the base! The thought of seeing her younger sister killed was enough to drive a steel spike of dread right up into Mickayla's gut--what would she say to her mother when next they spoke?

"We will be monitoring you based on a number of criteria. This is as much a test as it as a training exercise..."

The Commander's voice continued to drone in Mickayla's ears but her attention was split between her orders, her feelings, her fears, and how she planned to deal with this new development. Finally, when the voice stopped Mickayla spoke immediately.

"Stay close to me. You're just fucking lucky this isn't a real battle because I'm ready to kill you myself, Anna." The younger seal hesitated like she always did before she'd cave and follow Mickayla's lead; Anna nodded after several seconds of forced disdain for her older sister's order. "We're going to have a talk once we're both out of here." Mickayla added bluntly, her eyes turning to scan the darkened watery horizon.

The force had finished booting into the system and Mickayla's situational awareness immediately told her that there were no males amongst them. All she could see were the slick curves of feminine bodies in tight suits. Breasts of various sizes pressed against the uniformly silver one-pieces, more than a few sporting hard nipples beneath the clingy fabric; was this an intentional part of the training?

A number of formations had begun to appear amongst the otherwise scattered divers. Mickayla quickly found a squad of familiar faces and joined up with them, glancing over her shoulder to ensure Anna was following. There was no comment as the two girls fell in with the others. The ranking officer--a green eyed vixen named Dani--simply nodded as she held up four fingers, telling the two newcomers what comm. channel to switch their mask to. Once they had, she continued with her explanation of what they would do.

"We're taking up on the right flank. We're to provide support as needed by the tip of the spear while ensuring there are no flanking attacks. We have no intel on the enemy force and with any luck they have none on us. Newbies, you're up front, Vets in the back to provide covering fire."

Mickayla could already hear the complaint before her sister made it. She could see it in Anna's eyes and she knew her sister well enough to know she wouldn't take the order to stay up front well.

"Welcome to the Spears" Mickayla almost spat out, staring directly at Anna as she said it. They were there to fight and they were there to die; until her sister got some real combat experience she was more useful as a meat-shield. An inner smugness tugged at Mickayla's mind when she saw Anna's features drop as though she'd just been slapped. 'Good, let her realize the consequences of her stupid decision.' Mickayla thought. Anna was no soldier, she had always been quieter, weaker, needier and she had always followed Mickayla around to compensate for it. Whatever stupid urge had brought her here had ignored all of this, however, and now that the die had been cast there was no going back.

"Move out, ladies" Dani ordered, looking between the two sisters before she turned and began to swim away; the others fell in behind her quickly. Their diving fins sliced through the water as their silver suits shimmered faintly in the shivering sunlight. There were maybe sixty divers in their assault force and Mickayla recognized a handful of her own bunkmates amongst the team; there were more faces she didn't recognize however, and for the briefest second the girl wondered just how large the Silver Spears had grown if she was so unaware of this many of them. A white furred squirrel, heavy in the chest and face contorted with a grim determination fell in beside the seal's small group, pointing forward and holding up three fingers; an enemy patrol had been spotted.

A small rise in the ocean floor gave way to a vast expanse of low-lying silt plains. There would be little cover once they entered the plains but that weakness went both ways. A small squad of five divers were easy to spot some distance away. From the look of them Mickayla had to guess they were all male; given the makeup of her own team it was clear how the teams had been decided. The bodies of the unaware boys were covered in suits similar to the girls', though not as high-cut at the thighs and broader in the chest but just as tight and revealing.

Dani held up a paw, halting their advance. On the edge of Mickayla's vision she caught sight of a small group of her team-mates move forward, crowning the ridge and sticking close to the sandy ocean floor as they advanced. The girl's breath sped up, her heart pounding so hard she was certain the boys would hear despite being nearly a hundred yards away. Though this would be minor in the grand scale of the battle to come, it was a start. She could see the moment that the boys realized they were being hunted. The leader--a large canine whose breed Mickayla couldn't discern from this distance--twisted to face the oncoming squad, bubbles erupting from his re-breather as he no doubt gave orders to the others.

The girls were ready for just such a response, however. Harpoon guns erupted silently with lethal accuracy. Even from here Mickayla could see as two of the boys bucked in the water suddenly. Their paws fell to their bellies, clutching at the unseen projectiles that had just removed them so helplessly from the fight; though she couldn't see much else, the girl couldn't help but imagine their deathcries as they lost their fight for virtual survival. The remaining three boys scattered as more unseen shots zipped through the water around them. One raised their weapon and returned fire, a girl throwing her paws out as her weapon flew from them in slow motion. The surviving boys didn't have time to reload before a second volley of spears ended them abruptly. A brown-furred otter spun almost lazily in the water as he grabbed his throat as though he couldn't breathe; a spear had clearly pierced one of the black air-tubes which ran from their masks. The otter was drowning and Mickayla could only feel her loins heat up at the thought.

Within seconds it was over. One silver-clad girl lay silently amongst the silt, but five boys were in the process of sinking to join her. Their limbs trailed through the water lifelessly, spears jutting from their bodies in a final mockery of the stiff pricks that created unseemly bulges and tents in their tight suits.

"Move up" crackled a voice. With the patrol down they could move forward without being reported, though it wouldn't take long for the males' base of operations to realize one of their squads had gone dark; they would know an attack was coming. Fifty-nine svelte bodies moved as one as they slid over the top of the ridge and began the arduous--and dangerous--trek over the silt plains.

"Remember, Anna. Stay close" reminded Mickayla as they passed the virtual-corpses. They were a stark reminder of what awaited any one of them--or all of them if the attack went poorly. Anna glanced back as her sister spoke and Mickayla smiled briefly as she caught the nod from her little sister.

The plains were interrupted only by the occasional dune and each one they passed prompted two or three girls to break off and skirt around it to ensure there were no ambush parties laying in wait. As they neared just such a dune Dani gestured to the two sisters, as well as a slinky black-furred ermine; it was their turn. There was no acknowledgement needed, the order would be followed without question. Mickayla sped up and broke off from the rest of the squad, taking point as her sister fell in beside her and the ermine brought up the rear. The casual kicks of their feet did little to portray the nervousness each girl felt in her chest as they neared the dune. When a glimmer of silver caught Mickayla's eyes it took her a moment to believe that after all the dunes that had turned up empty, it would be theirs that the males had decided to utilize.

Regardless of her disbelief, the harpoons that shot upwards were still intent on removing the three girls before they could provide a proper alert to the others. There were perhaps four boys--each laying belly-up against the rear face of the dune--waiting for them and somehow all four of their shots missed. The ermine spun in the water, her long body moving like a snake as she rolled to avoid one of the harpoons while the sisters separated to make themselves harder targets.

"AMBUSH!" It was Anna who raised the alarm, breaking their radio silence and inciting a series of echoing calls from squad leaders across the front of their force. They were too far to help, however; the skirmish between the two groups would be over before the others could move into position to assist. Mickayla lifted her harpoon gun, her training and experience prompting a seemingly mechanical efficiency to her aiming before she fired. Before the bubbles had even cleared from the release of her projectile, a boy was thrashing. The shot had planted squarely into his belly, only a few inches above his hard cock. The male--an out of place gryphon--could only look down in surprise and horror as his body instinctively reacted to its own simulated destruction. His hips bucked, legs spreading as the boy's useless wings spread outwards. The Gryphon half-rolled before colliding with the silt and thrashing out his final few seconds of life frantically. Even as she reloaded her gun, Mickayla advanced on the others.

Anna's reaction was slower but no less calculated. She stopped her forward momentum and rose up to a standing position and aiming carefully at the sleek body of a grey fox before firing. Like the others, the fox had no chance to dodge the well-aimed shot. His feet kicked out violently and much to his dismay--and the amusement of the girls--a wispy cloud of cum erupted from the vulpine as he succumbed to the bolt in his chest. The ermine's shot went wide, colliding with the ocean floor in a gust of billowing sand. There was no time to reload for the girls and even as the two slain boys rolled slowly down the side of the dune, the remaining two collided with the girls in a frenzy of flailing limbs and anxious desperation.

Mickayla found herself struggling against the powerful grip of a surprisingly powerful gecko. The boy's smooth skin made it hard to get a grip on him and it wasn't long before she found one of his arms held firmly around her neck. Beside her a lion had the ermine in much the same position while Anna hovered nervously nearby, her inexperience shining as she tried to decide on how best to help her older sister. The sound of the ermine's effortful grunts echoed those that Mickayla made herself, the two boys looking just as determined behind the plastic of their masks. It was the ermine's shrill cry which finally prompted Anna to act, however. The slinky stoat clutched the handle of a thin blade which had been rammed into her gut by the victorious lion. Her eyes were wide, muzzle split in a deathcry which had Mickayla's pussy aching with anticipation for her own fevered death though it was not her turn to perish, yet.

Anna slid in behind the lion even as the boy released his prey to float harmlessly away; the feline had no chance. The girl's blade slid across his black breathing tubes and released a torrent of bubbles which obscured the look of surprise that flashed across the male's face. His paws shot up immediately, one to grab at Anna and the other to try and plug the hole in his tube in a futile attempt to save himself. The sea held no mercy for the male though and Anna looked on with a mixture of curiosity and horror as his mask filled with gushing water and unheard gurgling. The boy kicked and bucked violently, both paws moving to his throat as Anna kicked herself away from him lest she get caught in his one-sided struggle; he was still fighting as Anna turned her attention to the gecko that had gained the upper hand on her sister. Like the lion it was a simple matter to slit his cord and once again doom her opponent to a slow, water-filled fate. As the gecko released Mickayla, the older of the sisters turned to look at what her sister had done.

Mickayla's breathing was frantic, her vision blurry from the choke-hold the reptile had put on her, but she could clearly see that her sister had reduced both boys to burbling fish-food.

"Good work" she rasped out, ignoring the look of uncertainty on Anna's face. It was a simulation, and both girls knew it, but the purple cheeks of the lion and the fear on the gecko's face was real enough. Even as the gecko finally fell still and his proud dick filled his suit and the water around him with a rush of cum, the girls simply watched. "You should have known this is what you'd be doing, Anna. If it isn't them dying, it's you" Mickayla added bluntly. "Now lets go, the main battle is still ahead."

"But--"

"Now!"

Mickayla was the first to move, as she often was. Anna fell in behind her and even the silence on Mickayla's comm.. set sounded sullen.

The main force had already moved ahead and as the sisters rejoined Dani the vixen simply looked towards them.

"Candice?" She asked, speaking of the ermine they had lost.

"Gone. There were four of them, probably hoping to slow us down."

"Good work, ladies." And that was the end of it.

The plains continued and just when it seemed they were going the wrong way, everything changed. The plains dropped into a sharp pit that looked as though it had been created by some prehistoric meteor. Perfectly round and with an incline that would have been impossible to traverse on dry land, the lip of the crater formed a perfect position for another ambush. There was no attempt to hide the boys who sat just below that lip, however. They reared up, using the terrain for cover as the girls found themselves vulnerable.

"This is it, ladies!" shouted a familiar voice on an open channel, uncaring if the males heard her at this point. An otter who Mickayla recognized immediately rose from the ranks slightly, careful not to make herself any more of a target than she had to. Lifting a metallic arm the otter pointed towards the crater. "Lets show these dick-thinkin' losers what we can do, yeah?" A chorus of hoots, calls and shrieking laughter followed the announcement as all up and down the force weapons were lifted in preparation for their inevitable breach.

The jovial attitude of the girls was interrupted by a volley of shots from the waiting defenders. The laughter and cat-calls melted into shrieks of horror as cold metal found hot flesh and pierced it. Girls clutched at their dying bodies as they tumbled and thrashed in the waters. A bobcat girl could only gasp out as a spear struck right between her tits and tore a terrible gash in her swimsuit. The girl's desperate flailing only caused the tear to grow wider and within seconds her breasts were swaying in the water as she twirled helplessly. A rat girl joined her as she was thrown furiously to one side by a spear impacting with her shoulder seconds before a second one impaled her belly. Her legs kicked as they spread and an unseen orgasm ripped through her shocked body leaving it strained and tired as she died.

Dani dove towards the ground even as she fired a shot. A rabbit boy tumbled backwards as the force of her spear striking him sent his own weapon flying from his paw. His hips arched up and more warm cum pulsed messily into the waters even as he sunk below the lip of the crater and out of sight. All through this exchange the girls continued to charge, their dead or dying left in the wake in a morbid bread-trail of struggling bodies and sinking fish-food. As they drew closer to the boys, however, more of the girls found themselves in a position to fire.

"Fire!" shouted the metal-armed otter girl when they were within twenty yards of the lip. A Bengal girl reared up and fired, her shot striking a male which sent the boy shrieking out of his formation. Seconds later the girl got a taste of her own medicine as a harpoon struck her in her right breast, her cry filling Mickayla's ears even as the she fired her own shot which sent a plucky looking brown-furred otter male to a watery end. She couldn't help but admire the way he fought against the inevitable, his muscles straining beneath his brown pelt and the darker brown circles that had been seemingly tattooed into his arms and legs; within seconds he was gone too, and the attacking force were only fifteen yards away.

A few shots still fired out. A bulky hoss who had been staying near the rear of his force had no choice but to die as a pair of shots struck him in the chest and belly. His impressive cock had already been rock hard but as the adrenaline of his sudden predicament flooded his veins, his cum flooded the waters around him. He bucked and cried out silently as the boys around him tried not to look as he spurted and sprayed his impressive load. He was the last to drop from the relative impersonality of a harpoon blast, however. The boys had already pulled out their blades and the severely depleted ranks of the girls--a third of them now floating listlessly in the water--struck them.

There was a cacophony of sounds in Mickayla's ears and for the first time since she'd first told Anna to stay close, the girl wondered how exactly she would look after her sister in this frenzy. Blades slashed out aimlessly, hoping to catch someone off guard and drown them in their own masks. The sleek bodies of the girls wiggled and ground against the slightly bulkier bodies of their male opponents, dicks rubbing against warm thighs and arms looping around shoulders in some perverse mimicry of sex. The occasional cry of despair broke the monotony of grunts, groans and triumphant peals of laughter as some girl sent some boy on a one way trip to the bottom of the crater.

As she struggled against the broad-shouldered panther she had chosen to engage, the girl wondered if she'd scream when died, or laugh when she killed; there was no answer that could satisfy her curiosity and she instead held her attention on the panther's blade lest it sneak through and sever her air-tube. Somehow it was her blade which found the panther's after several minutes of give-and-take. Her weapon came up and the male's tube severed as though it had been held together by little more than white glue. His air escaped in a rush of bubbles which filled Mickayla's face and she found herself forced to kick off from him even as he drowned so far from the surface.

Mickayla looked around and spotted Anna dispatch a diminutive mouse, her earlier reluctance still plain on her features but not in her actions. Mickayla could only watch grimly as she watched her sister steel herself against killing the boy, even if it was just for pretend. Still, Anna lingered as the mouse boy sank away, her eyes following the trail of cum he left in the water as he exited the battle so unceremoniously.

"Rush past before reinforcements arrive! If we can get into the base, the battle is ours!" The metal-armed otter's orders had the surviving girls scrambling to dart past the mess of bodies which littered the water around them. Mickayla turned and found herself almost face-to-face with Dani. The vixen was gurgling into her comm.. set, her eyes wide as water filled her mask. Her paws clutched at Mickayla desperately, as though the seal could save her. All Mickayla could do though was push the vixen out of the way and continue onwards. The sounds of Dani's final moments of life played out in Mickayla's head and the thought that it could have been her left the girl desperate to rub at the needy folds of her pussy.

Around her Mickayla could see other girls begin to form up even as others remained behind to keep the bulk of the male-force busy near the crater's edge. Almost forty yards beneath the advancing girls sat the base. It rested in the very centre of the crater and the lights gleaming from its triple-paned reinforced plastic windows were like a beacon to the assaulting females; whether they were moths to a flame or not, however, was yet to be seen.

"Anna?" Mickayla called out during the momentary lull of their approach.

"Behind you, sis" came the reply almost immediately. Mickayla didn't look back but the comfort of knowing her sister was there was all the girl needed.

Ahead of them eight males--by Mickayla's initial count--dropped out of the base, bubbles encasing their bodies as though trying to protect the boys from the coming danger. As the bubbles cleared and the males took their bearings the girls were already firing their freshly reloaded guns. Two of the boys thrashed out as they were struck, more pricks emptying their cum into the water as they found themselves slain by the dedicated females that had come to destroy their base. The remaining six didn't charge right away, however and as the girls closed the distance between them Mickayla couldn't help but wonder why.

The answer came in a burst of blackness that immediately clouded her vision. Large vents set within the walls of the base began to pump ink into the water, the billowing cloud of darkness quickly enveloping the entire area around the base. The seal gasped out in surprise, her forward momentum evaporating as she found herself unable to see anything. As she shoved her arms through the water in front of her the ink dissipated enough for her to see several feet in front of her, but that was all. It was as she was doing just that, trying to shove the ink away from her, that she spotted movement. Ink swirled as a body swam right past her heading away from the base--the boys were here!

A shriek of surprise filled Mickayla's mask as one of the girls who had followed her was cut down with little resistance. The gurgling sounds which followed made it clear what had happened, and soon more shrieks began to sound out as girls were picked off one by one by the boys. Somehow the males could still see it seemed!

"Anna. Forward, right now! Keep moving and don't stop to fight anything!" Mickayla snapped out before beginning her own hurried descent. Perhaps they could get out from the cloud; she had no idea if her sister had been eliminated by their unseen assailants but as the girl escaped the radius of the still-expanding cloud, she found herself far too busy to care.

Another male mouse, his dark fur contrasting his silver dive suit, seemed as surprised to see the girl as Mickayla was to see him. Immediately her blade severed his tube and the boy's dumbfounded look melted into a look of fear that contradicted the heated way his paw grabbed for his own silver-clad cock. His body arched away from the girl as he spun in the water, losing interest in her as he found himself slowly drowning in the water that flooded his mask. Another boy rushed forward but Mickayla's body was on auto-pilot now. Ink still clung in patches to her mask and she couldn't see her blade as it came up to slice open his tube as well. The foxboy twisted and immediately tried to get back to the safety of the base's airlock but a sleek body moved to intercept him; Anna's body blocked the boy's escape and a surprising look of pleasure crossed her features as she severed his second breathing tube; he was doomed and she knew it.

"Take that you dirty fighting bastards!" Anna almost cheered as the fox perished before her; Mickayla wasn't sure whether to applaud her sister's clear acceptance of her new role, or to detest it. Regardless of her own feelings, they were surrounded. A few girls were straggling from the ink cloud only to find themselves overcome by the boys waiting for them. Even as a male seal slit open the breathing tube of a female dalmation, his blade came down to slice across the front of her suit! Gurgling, the girl was rendered naked by a final tearing pull on her suit by the seal's hand, humiliation heaped on humiliation as she drowned for the pleasure of his engorged dick.

Mickayla returned the favour, taking the male from behind even as he hastily examined his newfound trophy. His paws spasmed as he found himself subjected to the same fate of his victim, cold water lapping at his chin even as his body was exposed by the deft slices of Mickayla's blade. Cock bobbing free as his suit fell apart in tatters, the boy turned to face his killer only to find her smirking at him. His cum gushed out of his rigid shaft in a powerful blast that the girl could feel against her belly; she relished the sensation before she pushed him away to let him follow the dalmation to the crater's bottom.

As Mickayla turned and made a bee-line for the base, she saw it. A collie boy had drawn a bead on Anna with his speargun. The silver-tipped projectile had Mickayla's sister's name on it and the younger seal was completely unaware.

"Fuck" Mickayla thought.

There was no time for hesitation. Her own weapon still had a single shot in it after she'd reloaded while advancing on the base and as she raised it, she realized she wasn't going to have time to aim and save her sister.

"Anna!" Mickayla cried out even as she fired. The shot was wild, though she hadn't intended to hit the boy, only distract him; it worked. The collie looked towards where the shot had come from, though his weapon remained pointed towards Anna as the young seal fought a jackalope who seemed to be finding himself in the uncomfortable position of being overpowered by the girl. Mickayla's body shot towards her sister, feet kicking powerfully as they carried her through the water like a bullet. It was only that the harpoon wasn't a bullet itself that Anna survived the collie's shot. As his gun erupted with bubbles, harpoon blasting from it in a deadly line aimed for the small of Anna's back, Mickayla found herself between her sister and the collie.

The pain that jolted through her body was negligible as the harpoon lodged itself in the trim expanse of Mickayla's belly. Still, she cried out in surprise, more pleasure than pain flooding her mind as she clutched at the metal shaft. Her momentum carried her a few feet further before the pressure of the water drug her body to a halt. She thrashed, still clutching the weapon as she felt her vision darken. All the pressure, anticipation, fear and lust that had built from the opening moments of the battle finally escaped the seal girl in an explosive orgasm that had her toes curling in her flippers and her knees bending backwards even as she twisted to float bellyup amongst the carnage of the battle.

Mickayla's breathing came in ragged gasps as the collie who had just struck her down was given a harpoon to his own gut, the girl's death avenged even before she'd actually succumbed to the injury. Like the seal, the boy twisted and jerked as his mask filled with a final deathcry that was lost amongst the others that filled the ears of the surviving fighters. Mickayla wasn't watching as the boy came, seed mingling with the water as he joined a bevy of other boys and girls as un-moving obstacles in the water.

"Thanks, sis." The words caught Mickayla's fading attention and she rolled her eyes upwards to see Anna smiling down at her, fingers caressing the top of the vanquished seal's head and cheek. "Don't worry, we'll finish 'em off for you." Then she was gone. The boys were retreating back into the base and the surviving girls were following them. More stragglers were exiting the ink cloud, the boys at the rim of the crater no doubt finally wiped out. As they swam past Mickayla's floating body they didn't spare her a second glance, there was no time, they still had a fight to win.

"You owe me" thought Mickayla as her vision finally faded to black, paws falling away from the harpoon that had eliminated her.

GAME OVER. GAME OVER. GAME OVER. GAME OVER.

Mickayla gasped out as the visor lifted from her head, the flashing message burned into her retinas for several seconds as she blinked groggily at the light-filled warehouse.

"This isn't over yet, Anna" murmured the girl tiredly. Her body felt as though she had done all of that swimming in person. Still, the throbbing need between her thighs had other plans for the girl right now and as she slid shakily to her feet, the seal turned and headed for the door. "This isn't over at all..."