Chapter 60: Sandwich.
Flare’s panting gradually settled and the heat radiating from her body weakened as she stood tall over the unconscious body of her opponent. The bronze man was sprawled on the floor, eyes rolled into the back of his head. Small indents littered his body, each looking like a fist-shaped stamp.
It turns out that skin made of bronze can protect you from fire, but once it has been heated enough, the metal becomes easier to bend. Still, it was quite a tough battle. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle, but it certainly was beyond most of the dangers she had faced so far.
"Now, I-"
The words halted on her tongue as the exit to the hexagonal room opened once more. She was just about to go check on it, see if she could break her way out. The exit opening on its own meant one thing, and as if to confirm her suspicion, four heavily armed gunmen entered, two moving along the wall on the left while the other two moved right. A few steps in, they put an even space between them and aimed their weapon.
"Please step away from the unconscious man." One of them said.
Flare didn’t respond, her eyes moving from one gunman to the other. She glanced at the unconscious bronze man at her feet, and after a moment of thought, she took a few steps back.
Though her training regimen included practice with rubber bullets, and though she had faced many opponents armed with rifles, Flare was hesitant to challenge those four. Something about the way they moved told her they weren’t the average gun-wielding criminals.
Soon after she backed away, two more men entered the brightly lit room. They carried in a stretcher, placed the bronze man on it, then quickly moved him out. Soon after, someone else came in pushing a cart with a few items on it, and following behind him was a strange person wrapped in a cloak, their face hidden behind a featureless mask.
"Greetings, Ms. Eisenberg, or should I call you Flare?"