Jet Growing

Cranked to eleven, the explosion hit the shield and hefted them bodily off the ground. They didn't sail so much as shoot upward, like they were launched out of a cannon. Gloria screamed. They hurtled toward the hand, and only after a few seconds of airtime did Gloria understand what was going on: Brolin had launched them into the gap between the splayed fingers.

Oscar's robot realized too. The fingers started to close and grow at the same time. What had once been a city-block-wide gap tightened to a crevice in seconds, and it kept closing, smaller and smaller as they flew toward it, the piercing squeak of metal rending the air as the poorly-oiled finger joints ground against one another, then the metal was all around them, above and below, the shadow darkening as light at the end of the tunnel dwindled.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god—"

Then they were through. The fingers snapped shut—behind them.

-  Voeltz Finals