Chapter 13: Close Quarters
Victoria fired, but the blast door to the core sealed shut just as the bullet sparked off the reinforced glass, protecting
Lily inside.
Furious, Victoria turned her weapon on Jack. Jack rolled away from Silas, grabbing the dropped revolver from the
floor. He fired blindly. The heavy caliber round caught Evelyn in the chest. The matriarch stumbled backward, her
pristine white suit blossoming with dark crimson, and collapsed instantly.
Victoria didn't even glance at her dead employer. She dropped her empty gun and drew a serrated karambit knife.
"I've been waiting for this, Jack," she hissed.
They clashed in the red-lit darkness. Victoria was fast, unnaturally so. She slashed Jack's shoulder, then spun,
kicking his knee with bone-shattering force. Jack grunted, absorbing the pain, relying on sheer brute strength and
instinct.
He caught her wrist as she aimed for his throat, twisting it violently. The knife dropped. Jack didn't hesitate; he
drove his elbow into her face, shattering her orbital bone, and threw her into the sparking electrical panel of the
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Victoria spasmed violently as the high voltage coursed through her, then fell still, a smoking heap on the floor.
