68: Ryann
Ryann
As soon as Keelin’s suss reached Ryann, the doors to the foyer burst open. A shape barrelled in, colliding with a couple of Kaiahive operatives. They fell, their cries cut off as the shape moved on.
For a moment, Ryann watched, transfixed, as Keelin attacked. Her grey head loomed over the men and women in the room, and her arms and legs lashed out. But she was in perfect control. She didn’t make a sound, and when her head snapped round it was only to identify the next target.
There was something terrifyingly beautiful in the girl’s movements, a poetry in the way she flowed from one opponent to the next.
There were bursts of gunfire, but they were short and sporadic, and if anything hit Keelin it didn’t slow her. She ricocheted off walls, leapt over the central desk, br
