The guards would want to hide this disturbance from the prisoners, but no one inside could have missed the rumble of the explosion and the massive rockslide quickly becoming a massive avalanche. Even now the rumble of the rush of snow was a deep bass at the center of Clara’s chest, deep within her.

The ninja continued to climb directly over the outer gate, over one hundred feet in the air. She looked up. The massive tower kept rising, but another twenty feet up was her goal. An air vent, little bigger than two feet vertical by one foot horizontal.