She passed the microphone-looking thing over the wires one final time before shoving it into a bag she had strapped to her back. She removed a long, slender blade from an ankle holster and held it up to a dull gray wire. “According to the scans, this should be the one,” she muttered.
With a flick of her wrist, she severed the wire, which caused a loud thud from the door, as if someone dropped a heavy book on the other side. She stood up and removed one of the brass knuckles from her waistband. As soon as she slipped her fingers through the loops, a curved blade of blue energy shot out from both sides, giving the weapon a shape similar to a crescent moon.
She tapped the end of the blade against the door several times. “It appears we are good to go.” She grabbed the handle and flung open t
