Rachel leapt out of the water and landed with a splash directly in front of Dane and Earhart.
“Let’s go,” Dane said. He didn’t wait for a reply as he moved forward in the Valkyrie suit, floating ten feet above the water, following Rachel’s dorsal fin. The dolphin, paused, arched her back so she could see that they were following, then continued ahead.
Dane saw their destination: a narrow portal column, streaked with red, flickering to solid black. Then gray with red, then black. Still filled with the red lines.
“That’s not a locked in portal,” Earhart said.
Dane didn’t respond. He moved forward, hit the portal and disappeared.
Earhart followed.