Impakto frowned, eyes scanning the lounge.
"Let me deactivate Sound Drown for a second," he muttered, annoyed.
He snapped his fingers—click.
A pulse rippled through the air as normal sound returned.
Footsteps. Wind hum.
The low mechanical thrum of the train tracks.
Razorwaltz's head turned sharply.
Her eyes scanning every reflection and surface.
"Where's the shooter?" she muttered.
Zain was already on the move.
He activated Quick Step just before the sound returned.
He blurred from his hiding spot and slipped behind a row of train seats.
He pressed into the shadows near a reflective wall panel.
Then—
Fading in the Dark.
His form vanished again.
By the time Razorwaltz came over and checked the place.
There was no one there.
She frowned. "No footprints. No breathing. Not even a scent."
She spun around slowly, boots tapping lightly.
"How can that be possible?"
Meanwhile, Zain had already switched tactics.
He muttered under his breath.
