She vaulted over a row of folding tables, not with athletic brute force, but with a liquid grace. She slid across a soapy patch of floor, spinning on her heel as the second enforcer fired. The shot took out a detergent dispenser behind her.
Molly kicked off the washing machine, launching herself into the air. Time seemed to hang. She extended her leg, catching the first enforcer in the throat with a precise, economy-of-motion strike. As he fell, she used his shoulder as a springboard, flipping backward just as the second enforcer swung a taser baton. molly groove
Molly looked down at the device. It was a haptic resonator, an illegal piece of tech usually used by hackers to time system infiltrations. But she saw the way Metronome was looking at her. She vaulted over a row of folding tables,