Drake turned around to see
the agent of S.K.U.L.L.S slip another dart into her reed pipe.
Thinking quickly, he snatched up a vase from its stand and flung it at her. She dodged and brought the pipe up to her lips. Drake had to admit that he was impressed by her agility and sharp reflexes. As she fired the second dart, Drake brought up the phone book, blocking the malicious projectile.
As she drew another dart
from the pouch on her belt, Drake yanked the phone cable out of the wall. He
gave it a few quick twirls then flicked it out towards her and the cable
wrapped itself around her hand.
“That’ll be enough of those
nasty little things,” Drake said and tugged the cable, pulling her off balance.
Managing to regain her footing at the last second, she used her other hand to
delve back into her pouch and produce a shuriken, slicing though the cable then
tossing it at Drake, who dropped, tucked and rolled.
Drake rose and tried a palm-strike, failing
to see the third dart concealed in her hand, which pierced his skin.
“Oh drat,” he said as he
pitched forward…
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