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vehicles.
    “Vlad and Rook, light him up. Vazquez, direct him away from the civvies.”
    The strong man grabbed another vehicle and ripped off the trunk. He held it up, blocking the shot from Vazquez. She could see the cameras for the other two men closing in on his position. She turned her attention to the second assailant, whose arms were completely engulfed in flame.
    “Non-lethal only,” said one of the technicians.
    “Fuck you,” she replied.
    “Taking the shot.” Murdock fired his gun at the man ablaze, sending a single bullet through the air. The pyrokinetic held up his hand, which was bright white, stopping the bullet’s trajectory and sending it to the ground.
    “Incoming,” yelled Belletone.
    Metal from the trunk flew over the pyro’s head, sending the two soldiers to the ground in the alley. They scuttled backward until they were out of the line of sight of both targets. Belletone leaned around the corner, holding his gun up, ready to take a shot. As he pulled the trigger, a burst of fire engulfed his weapon, causing the magazine to explode.
    “Belletone’s down,” yelled Sims as he watched his teammate fall.
    Jasmine didn’t like how the fight was going. Vlad walked by a vehicle, his gun raised. He pulled the trigger and several more bullets pierced the strong man. He was stronger than any of them, even with their enhancements. The bullets tore through his skin, but they appeared to do little other than make him angry.
    “We have a drone with a synthetic at your destination in two minutes.”
    “I’m going,” she said.
    Flames spewed onto an overturned vehicle came to life and washed over Vlad. He backed away from the fire, letting loose a volley of bullets at the muscular target. The rookie took a small cylinder from his vest and shoved it into the barrel of his weapon. He fired it at the pyro. The man lifted his hands, raising the flames up like a wall, the intensity burning brighter as the ammunition struck it.
    The world flashed white for a moment.
    Jasmine threw open the door in the small room and crossed her hands over her chest as she jumped through one of the openings in the craft. Wind whipped past her body as she plummeted toward the ground below. With a well-rehearsed motion she turned around in the air until she was speeding headfirst toward the fight. There was yelling through her comm but the wind was making it difficult to make out the words. She heard the cry of “man down,” and knew it was time to intervene.
    She brought her hands to her waist and let the metal cuffs around her wrists graze her belt. A magnet clicked onto the bracelets. As the clank of metal on metal reverberated through her hands, she threw her arms out wide. Fabric pulled out from her belt, creating cloth wings between wrists and her waist.
    She spun through the air as she approached the ground. She was falling a block from the fight. As the ground threatened to crash into her soft, vulnerable flesh, she arched her back. Flying parallel to the street only a few feet from the pavement, she sped toward the strong man threatening her team.
    The strong man grabbed the car covered in the dead women’s blood and took several steps into the road in the path of the flying woman. He pulled the car back and braced himself like a batter at home plate. “Kirk, we’re almost done here,” the man yelled to his fiery companion.
    “We were here for money, not killing humans.”
    “Consider it a perk.”
    Jasmine’s eyes watered from the wind but she could still see the punk preparing to clobber her with a SUV. She didn’t have any weapons on her. She had no way to land this close to the ground without crashing against a wall. Her men had been prepared to take on a brute with super strength, but a pyrokinetic—a fire maker—that was beyond their pay grade. She had been trained to take on superpowered beings, but this was a first for her.
    She concentrated on the platinum wrapped snugly around her wrists. As she