Game Over

Without wasting a second, Whisper sprinted to Nightingale, slicing through the handcuffs and freeing her. As soon as the last cuff snapped open, Nightingale fell forward and Whisper caught her.

“Got you,” Whisper spoke as she helped steady her. Nightingale met her gaze, breathless, heart pounding for reasons beyond the fight.

“Thanks,” she managed.

Whisper gave a wicked smile as she handed Nightingale her batons. “You owe me.”

Together, they turned back to Marrow who was already scrambling for an emergency exit.

“Oh no you don’t,” Nightingale growled.

Still sore and aching, she grabbed one of her batons, charged it up, and hurled it like a spear. It struck Marrow square in the back, sending a surge of electricity through her body. Marrow shrieked and collapsed, twitching violently. Together, they dragged Marrow back into the main room with the rest of the thugs.