Black-Mask raised a hand up to shield himself, the gesture causing a wall of white static to appear before him. Jack"s bullets hit the force-field and fell to the floor. Still, he kept on shooting. So long as that force-field was in place, his opponent couldn"t return fire. He closed the distance in seconds.
The force-field flickered and then winked out.
Jack kicked the g*n from the other man"s hand. He spun and back-kicked, driving a foot into the assassin"s chest. A sharp wheeze echoed through the hallway as Black-Mask stumbled backward.
He regained his balance quickly and studied Jack through that red visor. “Clever,” he said, thrusting his arm out to point his fist at Jack. Two electrodes came flying from the man"s gauntlet.
Leaning back, Jack caught the wires just before the spark
