create

2. break

Sylver's senses went into overdrive, and for the first time since the damned heart she really noticed her surroundings.
She could see into every corner, she noticed every shadow, she saw every laser-based security system.
She could hear the sightless cameras beeping, the electricity of every trap crackled in her ears.
Her nose picked up the faint traces of the acids and poisons coating different cases, wires and doorknobs.
Sylver could even taste the copper in the air, from all the cables winding through the floors, and from all the spilled blood of those who had tried this theft before.
Sylver could feel more intensely. She could feel the vibrations in the ground that were caused by Goldie's light steps. She could feel the currents of air trying to leave this deadly room, and they were running away from the wall straight ahead.
But what really made her Focus so rewarding was the additional sense she seemed to get. Sylver could mentally feel everything surrounding her. She knew, without knowing from where, which tiles on the floor needed to be avoided, where the tripwires and lasers were, she even knew where  to enter into the (now not anymore) secret vault.
"Stand still Goldie!", Sylver whispered, and then she added even more silently, "Don't even speak anymore, just... let me do this!"
Goldie was surprised, of course she was. Sylver always got serious when she got into this Focus, but she never before told Goldie to shut up. But she nodded. She knew something was up.
"Test", Sylver whispered, and she knew that this was gonna be more difficult than she had anticipated. She was surprised that they hadn't been caught yet, but maybe that was just owed to Goldies technical brilliancy.
In every corner up ahead in this large as fuck room there were microphones that could pick up really faint sounds, and they were specifically calculated to pick up voices and noises created by vocal cords. Fuck.
Furthermore, Goldie stood on a pressure plate. Luckily for them, it wasn't a big problem, it wasn't triggered yet. It and probably every upcoming one were built to not be noticed at the first and then be triggered at the second step. It was a brilliant concept. But Sylver was gonna exploit the fuck out of it. The problem was Goldie. Sylver could manouvre one person through, but two? Especially if she couldn't talk? But she needed Goldie's wits up ahead. And she knew that Goldie was counting on that Focus of hers to not get them totally annihilated.
Fuck.
Sylver was happy on one end, she was up against machines. Machines were predictable, their acctions could be calculated. And even though most humans were the same, some things just were unpredictable. A random heartattack for instance.
Motherfuckers.
But Sylver was really unhappy as well. Both Sylver and Goldie had known how bad of an idea it was to infiltrate the Watcher's stronghold. They knew that without help from someone else they wouldn't be able to do it, and that is what made the whole situation so risky. People were too predictable and too unpredictable.
Either the bought help would be captured and he would, in hope of surviving that way, sell them out, or he would do it from the beginning to make more good money.
If neither of those happened, she'd sworn to Goldie, she'd go out with a man. A bet she wanted to lose, for the sake of their mission. But the odds spoke against that.
And now here they were, inside the grotesque collection of the Watcher's stronghold, Sylver in a permanent state of anticipation, and Goldie on the verge of springing a trap.
Oh joy.

Time to act fast. Sylver pointed at Goldie's face with two fingers, then at her feet with one, before making a fist and opening her hand, her fingers spreading in a wide arc.
You are standing on a trap.
Goldie nodded, but she didn't look worried. She trusted Sylver with her life, literally in this case.
She lifted one finger, then made a stepping motion and gave her the thumbs up. Then she lifted 2 fingers, made the stepping gesture, gave the thumbs down and closed her fist again before opening it in the wide arc.
You can take one step, but if you take two the trap springs.
Goldie smiled and nodded again.
Sylver lay her hand on her chest, then extended her left hand with her palm facing upwards, lay her right hand on top of it. Then, in a wide motion, she brought her right hand to the right side until it was parallel with her left hand.
I will guide you.
It is a sign they had used since day one. Goldie winked mischievously, and Sylver started her work.

At the very beginning it had been difficult. They had almost failed half of their jobs in the first month. But only almost. They had decided to learn and train and get better, and now here they were, unstoppable. They needed little handsigns and no words, a look from Sylver was enough.
They were so good by now that they could even run, not just walk, without any real effort. Goldie ran backwards, facing Sylver, whose eyes guided Goldie better than her own. With Sylver being in her Focus, she barely had to look where she was going herself.
In basically no time they reached the entrance to the vault, where Goldie immediately began to pick the electronic locks and codes. Sylver had never bothered to understand electricity and encoding, she had come by before she had met Goldie and she did even more with her at her side now. The only thing she cared about and relied on where her senses, especially when she was in her Focus.
Of course, it had a catch, and she was thrown back in time just when there was a soft click.
Goldie had made it. The break was online.
But Sylver couldn't feel satisfied for even one second, because then the aftermath of her Focus set in. Her senses broke down and she found herself back at the sight of the carcrash, where everything had went to shit.