Chapter 35
by 
micdan282
What's next?
The Docks
Nightingale crouched on top of a stacked shipping container, the wind off the water cutting sharp across the harbor. Below her, the yard was a labyrinth of steel and shadow, lit only by a few flickering floodlights.
She counted ten thugs standing in a loose semicircle, nervously clutching rifles and sidearms. Another man, leaned against a matte black shipping crate. He stood out, taller, lean, wearing a black suit and tie with a reflective, silver mask covering his face. His hands were gloved, his posture calm, measured.
The Supplier. And still no sign of Devin.
Rikki looked around, the remainder of the gang walked through the maze of shipping containers acting as guards for the deal. In total she counted twenty-one thugs.
She flicked a grappling hook from her wrist and swung down fast, landing behind the farthest thug. Before he could turn, she clapped a hand over his mouth and dropped him with an electric shock to the spine.
One down.
The second spotted the shimmer of movement too late. Nightingale vaulted off a crate and drove her knee into her face. She collapsed in a heap, gun clattering.
A third yelled, "She’s here Nightingale’s here!" before her shuriken buried itself in his thigh. He howled and fired wild shots into the air. She rolled under the spray and jabbed a baton into his side. His body convulsed and dropped.
Stealth was over. Gunfire erupted.
She darted behind a container as bullets pinged off the metal. She popped up, hurled a smoke bomb, and plunged the battlefield into thick gray fog. Using her powers she sent her voice in every direction, adding to the thug's confusion.
"She’s everywhere!" one of them shouted, spinning in circles.
Her voice came as a whisper in their ears. Moving through the fog like a ghost. “Behind you.”
A few of the thugs spun around in a panic, firing wildly. She took out the goons before they even knew she was close, strikes to the throat, knees, elbows. Clinical and brutal.