She would need to move quickly to press her advantage or else risk them organising themselves.
She set about the recovering men, targeting them in descending order from the one who seemed the greatest threat. She connected a jumping kick with one guy's head before springing at the man next to him, pulling no punches as she hit him with a salvo of attacks designed to quickly retire him from the fight. As he began to fall back down, she gripped him in a telekinetic field and launched him at the next nearest man. Just as the guy pulled free his sidearm, he was hit by the hurtling form of his colleague and sent crashing back into the lockers before slumping to the floor.
Turning to the final man, she found he hadn't even bothered trying to get back to his feet and had instead drawn his gun from the ground. Her heart caught in her chest with surprise and she reached into the air with all her focus as fast as she could, the air in front of her rippling with her influence.
The bark of the gun was deafening in the confined space and it echoed loudly throughout the depot. The bullet was met by waves of increasing force as it propelled through the air, gradually losing speed as it forced its way through. It stopped inches away from Pariah, leaving a bizarre trail in the air behind it where it had pushed through the force net.
The bullet's journey had taken the space of the blink of an eye, and the prone man looked in mystified disbelief at his bullet hanging in the air just in front of her.
Pariah wasn't about to let him fire a second shot.
Releasing her pull on the air, she let the bullet fall to the floor before she threw up a force bubble around the prone man and yanked him towards her. He had just enough time to scream as he slid across the floor towards her before he was met with a stiff boot to the face that knocked him out.
Pariah wobbled on her feet as the exertion of the last few moments caught up with her. She had pushed her telekinesis hard, and her head pounded with pain from the effort. It lanced through her temples and gave her a brief sense of nausea before she got a hold of herself, pushing the ache down to the back of her mind. It wasn't just her mind that had been pushed; her heart thumped in her chest from the vigorous activity.
She knew there was still a long way to go. The cries from deeper inside the building had turned to panicked alarm after the gunshot. She could hear heavy footfalls in the next room and multiple calls for response from the men that now lay at her feet.
Hard and fast. Keep moving, Evelyn , she thought to herself as she made her way to the next doorway.
She reached into a pouch at her belt and retrieved three flat metal discs. Her supply of equipment was witheringly difficult to replace but she needed to up the ante on this. This was no time to go slow.
'What the fuck is going on down there?' called a deep voice from beyond the doorway, 'Tully? Walters? Anyone?'
Pariah couldn't resist. 'Tully and Walters aren't in a position to talk right now,' she called out while prepping the charges on the discs, 'But I'm happy to explain what's going on... Better yet, why don't I show you?'
She tossed the discs in a spread pattern through the doorway and hugged her tight body into the wall to wait for detonation.
She heard mumbled grunts of surprise next door and allowed herself a small smile. Each disc popped open on both sides and emitted a five-second burst of ear-splitting noise and blinding white light. Shouts of distress sounded out over the dirge, and Pariah's smile faded as she realised there had to be as many as nine more men through there.
The moment the deluge from the discs ceased, Pariah flung herself into the room.
She found herself in the loading area for the depot, closed shutters on the near wall revealing where the vans would drive in. The room was very large, acting as the warehouse and primary storage space for the facility. Crates upon crates littered the room in no real
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