Release me!”
“That is what your mind is saying,” Master Rodriguez said harshly, “but what is your body saying, eh? All it said was “15.” He was fifteen minutes out. Okxxx or a highly-trained soldier. It was almost dark the next day when I got another short text. An olive-skinned, tall woman with extremely long, straight black hair walked out to join the emcee in the center of the room. “… This time flicking his wrist to accelerate the strands at the moment of strike. Yes!” and then went into a long, loud scream that matched the wild thrashing– or attempted thrashing– of her arms and legs. I looked over his shoulder as he connected to his cloud storage and ***********ed several images.
