The Black Market Put a Price on Me

Noah backed into the rear wall, his spine pressed against cold concrete. His heartbeat was hammering now, and he suddenly remembered the hospital. He had not dodged Marcus's grab because he was fast. He had seen the beat of the motion before it happened. He closed his eyes for half a second. When he opened them again, sound had become a web. He stopped looking at the needles or the woman. He watched the frequency change just before each needle entered the air. Then he shoved his weight left. The whole volley missed. The needles slammed into the wall instead. The white mask took a step back. "Impossible," she whispered. Noah seized the opening, pressed one hand to the ground, and drove the vibration chain forward.