The Black Market Put a Price on Me

He saw the blade's pulse line up with the resonance node inside the nearby power box. "Don't touch that blade!" Lucy shouted from behind him. Noah grabbed a broken streetlamp pole and slammed it into the power box casing. The short blade instantly shorted, and the man holding it took the backlash straight into his arm and dropped to his knees, twitching. Noah froze for half a beat, then realized it wasn't luck. He could hear device frequencies. "So you really can see it," Leon said from the van, his expression finally sharpening. "Interesting. No wonder the Council wants you." "The Council?" Noah got the word out before a dull explosion hit behind him.