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or I’m calling security.’
    Small in height, thin of
frame. He wouldn’t be any challenge. She could take him without having to
resort to her blades if she was quick enough.
    ‘You won’t call anyone.’
    Sylph took a step
forward. She channelled; a subtle burst that would give her a split-second head
start should she have to act.
    ‘What the hell? You some
kind of junkie? You don’t scare me you crazy bitch.’
    He did something then
that caught her off guard. She’d assumed that he’d try and run past her in an
attempt to rouse the alarm. What she didn’t anticipate was that he’d smash the button
on the wall that sent a siren blaring in the night.
    Shit.
    Sylph lunged forwards.
The man had a brief second to recognise the movement before she was on him. One
hand struck his throat, crushing his windpipe. Before he even had chance to
register the blow a second strike hit him on the side of the temple, striking
the vagus nerve. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.
    ‘Shit!’
    She pressed the alarm
again, relieved when it fell silent. She stopped for a second, sensing out.
It wasn’t good. The police officer was moving through the building at pace.
    ‘What the hell is going
on?’ Luchar’s voice hissed in her earpiece, making her wince.
    ‘Just be ready. I’m
almost done,’ she replied.
    ‘Just hurry, you’ve
stirred up a fricking hornet’s nest!’
    She muted him. She didn’t
need his shit right then. She needed focus, clarity.
    Footsteps clattered
outside the room. She moved to the door in a blur, power focused into her
muscles and senses. The door opened and the police officer dashed inside,
weapon drawn, some kind of stun gun.
    ‘Steve? You okay? Steph
saw something on the cam-’
    The police officer saw
her and spun on instinct, bringing the weapon to bear. She ducked as the weapon
discharged, sending an electrified dart smacking harmlessly into the wall. She
came inside his arm and struck the fleshy inside with the back of her hand, the
iron-lined sleeves producing a sickening crack as the officer’s wrist broke,
sending the weapon clattering to the ground. Before the man could even scream
she drove her knee into his stomach. He doubled over. She channelled her
strength and hurled him headfirst into the wall with a dull thud, cracking
plaster. He collapsed into a heap on the floor.
    Sylph hovered over the
unconscious officer for a few heartbeats, watching as his unconscious aura
settled into a dull blue. Satisfied that nothing could hijack this body, she
turned back, ignoring the shrieks in her mind from the hovering sheol, the
wraiths drawn by the sudden explosion of fear in the air.
    ‘No, not here you don’t,’
she said out loud. ‘Go back to the void where you came from.’
    She sensed towards
the lockers containing the held bodies. All but one returned a faint residue of
the Weave, indicative of an imbued. Of the traitor. She yanked the locker open,
drawing out the stretcher that contained a body wrapped in a zipped up bag. She
turned on her earpiece as she unzipped the bag. She needed to know what was
happening upstairs.
    ‘...police are arriving!’
    She shrugged off the
growing urgency, what she had to do next required concentration.
    ‘Hold them, I need five
minutes.’
    ‘Shit, Sylph, we don’t
need this!’
    ‘Five minutes!’
    ‘Shit!’
    ***
    Luchar looked at the rest of the team. All
had heard the exchange with Sylph.
    ‘You heard her, give her
five minutes. Any longer and we’re gone. Understood?’
    The men exchanged knowing
looks then nodded back at him. They kicked open the van doors and found
themselves bathed in a plethora of red and blue lights.
    ***
    Sylph unzipped the bag, revealing the
traitor’s ghostly face, forever locked in a thousand yard stare. The medical
staff had done well on her body. She seemed serene, almost at peace.
    I hope wherever you are,
you’re suffering, Traitor.
    Something crashed to the
floor upstairs as more law enforcement