"You’re not walking out of here alive!"

The voice wasn’t Jason’s, Leah’s, or Ben’s. It was Seraphina’s but twisted, sharpened, her tone laced with the cold precision of something far more mechanical. The sub-basement around them shuddered like it could feel her fury. The floor plates rattled. Overhead beams groaned under the strain of her power.

Ghost moved first. One second he was crouched in the shadows, the next he was slicing through the chaos. His suppressed weapon spat short, sharp bursts, not to hurt her, but to probe.

Jason ducked as a chunk of ceiling slammed to the ground where his head had been.

"Ben, status on those power...