The Black Market Put a Price on Me

The print shop window blew apart, and a shadow dropped through the frame like a panther. It was a woman in a white mask, so light on her feet that she barely made a sound when she landed. When she raised a hand, a row of fine needles snapped out from her fingertips, each one tipped with a blue glow. "Harvester," Lucy said, and her face went white. "Leon, you brought her?" "I didn't bring her," Leon said calmly. "She's here to take back what belongs to her." Noah didn't understand. He understood soon enough. The white-masked woman's needles weren't aimed at Noah. They were aimed at the building's support structure. Each one buried itself into a load-bearing point with surgical precision. The roof began to come down. This wasn't an assassination.