Escape

Niome was quick, while the handsy guard attempted to backstep from his earlier **** on her breast, she lunged, and took his sidearm from the man's holster. She kept both hands on it, still restrained at the wrists by electrobinders, and in one fluid motion, she pressed the barrel to his chin. The yell of the firearm was muffled by the flesh. Niome had just enough time to turn by the time the second guard had his rifle in hand. Maybe she was too fast for him, or he was taken aback by the efficiency with which his peer was just executed. Niome used her electrobinders to garrote the barrel over her shoulder, which fired promptly missing the nude woman. With a deft moment she hooked her foot about his ankle, and pulled back, catching him mid panicked retreat to fall flat on his back. Niome let the rifle fall to the floor, cold as ice as she leveled the sidearm still in her left hand on his chest. He raised his hands in surrender as she squeezed the trigger. Niome heard footsteps coming, almost certainly more guards alerted by the action.