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He frowned. “What?”
“It is harder to aim with my eyes but not impossible.” She looked at the closest thugs and dropped them, finally taking out the man in charge.
She looked at her beacon and fell forward, activating it. “Ow.”
She wiggled around and topped up the stun on the thugs.
When the door exploded inward, she smiled with half her face. The other half was swelling. “Hey, Hazor. How are you doing? Sorry to wear the beacon out.”
He was leading local peacekeepers, who looked around at the twenty men who were out cold.
“Who hit you?”
She jerked her head toward the man closest to her. “That guy. He slapped me. Held my hair so I didn’t move. He’s obviously semi-professional.”
Hazor walked to him. Slapped him lightly until he woke, and then he crushed his hand.
Mr. Venmar woke and looked at Hazor turning to take care of Cloudy. “Oh, no. Nonononono.”
Hazor said softly, “Yes. Cloudy, could you shut him up?”
She looked at the man and knocked him out again, but she also got a nearby peacekeeper with a glancing effect. “Sorry. It is hard to aim eyes. They move a lot.”
The peacekeeper shook his head and stood up. “I understand. No problem.”
Hazor sheered the ropes they had tied around her from elbow to fingertip. “They were really afraid of your hands.”
“Yeah, I get that response a lot.” She smiled and pulled her arms forward, rotating her shoulders. “Oh, that’s better. Thank you.”
He massaged her shoulders. “By the way, if you think I am leaving you for the rest of the night, you are crazy.”
She checked her com and groaned. “Right. I have to get to work.”
He stared at her. “You are kidding me.”
“No. With Emgoth off, I have to be there for early prep, and your mom and dad kept everyone at the pub until two. I guess I was out for an hour or two. I head to work in an hour, so you are going to get away easy.”
“You haven’t slept.”
“I have not, but there is something I can do about that.”
“You need medical treatment.”
She raised her hand to her hot face. “You have a point there.”
He was working on his com and blinked when he saw, “Molly says she will help. You just have to show her what to do.”
“Damn. She’s going to get my recipes.”
He snorted and nodded to the peacekeepers. The commanding officer looked at her and hissed. “Are you all right?”
“My face is hot and swollen, and my wrists are raw, but it could be worse.”
The man nodded. “Do you need medical assistance?”
“Probably.”
Hazor snorted. “You have the audio, the abduction footage, and the cords with her DNA on them. Oh, and that one guy with the crushed hand.”
