She taps a section of the map. "This maintenance tunnel here leads straight to the command center. It's the only way in without triggering the main security systems."
Your internal systems detect a disturbance - a Seeker patrol is approaching rapidly from the north. Serra tenses, her hand moving to her holstered weapon. "They're coming," she whispers urgently. "We need to move now, or we'll lose our window." Her face sets in a determined expression. "Once we're in the maintenance tunnel, we'll have exactly six minutes before the patrol reaches that section. If we're not out by then, we're both dead."