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He tore two switchblades from his belt, opening them with just a flip of his wrists. He fought hard, cutting down one man after another, but even for a man as big and strong as him, it began to wear on him.

He tried to push the oncoming horde back by slashing through fingers and hands, whatever he could hit with the sharp blades he held in his fingers. He twisted hard, catching one man across the throat. Blood splattered on his gray shirt and onto the wall, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he fought even harder.

The alarm sounded and more Syndicate guards arrived, but the number of Credare’s guards already on Bane was proving to be too much. Bane’s men fought at the edges, but never really made a dent in the fight.

There were too many.

Horrified, I watched as Bane fought hard, trying to gain ground. I didn’t know what to do. Even with all my training, nothing had ever prepared me to take on what looked like fifty men all on my own. Especially those with laser weapon technology.

Credare snapped his fingers, before turning abruptly and walking out of the room and out of the house. A man in the center of the room held what appeared to be a grenade of some sorts and I began to panic.

He pulled out the pin, pressed on the handle and then the trigger. The grenade began to hum. A light gray-colored smoke began to spiral out of the top and he threw it forward into the center of the room.

The smoke billowed out from the grenade in great clouds and the Syndicate men began to slow, wavering from side to side as though they were drunk. Even Bane looked like he was tiring, his eyes glassy and increasingly unfocused.

Oddly, Credare’s men didn’t seem to be affected. They fought as hard and as ruthlessly as they had been before. I gritted my teeth. Whatever was in the smoke, they must have taken an antidote of some kind before. The poisonous smoke raced over the floor, rushing and surging upward and the Syndicate guards began to falter.

One man fell to the floor. Then another. Within the next few minutes, every Syndicate man had fallen. Either dead or asleep, I didn’t know.

The seconds crawled by and my eyes tore to Bane. He turned toward me, staring at the place where I was hidden and then his eyes started to roll back in his head.

He caught himself and roared, surging toward the Association guards, but then his limbs began to fail him. I cried out in horror as he fell to the floor.

Credare’s men rushed over him, quickly capturing him with unbreakable gravity field restraints. They forced him to his feet and dragged him out of the room.

I hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye.


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