Chapter Fifty
The shocktrooper’s forefinger curled over the pistol’s trigger. Somewhere in the back of Jay’s mind, a small voice told him it was all over.
He gripped the cable and held tight. His spine itched. Before he knew what was happening, his muscles contracted as though someone had shocked him with a mild current. He couldn’t have let go of the cable if he’d wanted to. A fiery tingle burst through him. Into the cable. Pain writhed through him.
Above, the shocktrooper’s grip on the cable tightened. Her body shuddered fiercely. Two rounds burst from her pistol. Her aim was off and they cracked past his shoulder. The pistol followed the rounds, falling down the shaft. The shocktrooper’s grip on the cable finally failed. She dropped too, knocking into him on the way down, sending him
