“Take their money and beat them where it hurts,” Cormac said. “Inside the ring, you gather intel. Outside, you kick down the doors. We need someone visible. We need someone untouchable.”
She vaulted into motion — a quick feint, a grin, an effortless Hi-Kix that clipped a hanging banner and sent it spinning. The young fighter laughed. Kandy vanished into the city, singular and simple as a spark, ready to find the next place things needed shaking up. “Take their money and beat them where it
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Down there, caged by a sea of boots and officials, she played the part of a fighter who’d made a mistake. Flashes of light and a hiss of gas came from the shadow boxes. Cormac’s men were moving, but the syndicate had contingency. Surrounds tightened. Out in the stands, Halverson smiled. We need someone visible