Chapter 72: On The Run In Central City

There's no time to respond, not when Murta lifts her hand again, leveling the plasma gun at Didi's chest, her other holding the controller to the shackles keeping Didi from acting. Or so the Underlord thinks. It's nice being underestimated when it counts the most.

Didi thumbs the wire she ran to her wrist, triggering her boots and whispering the barest hint of a prayer to her own cleverness in the very instant the soles of her feet light up with heat. Such a hit of warmth has never happened before, but the sudden jittering dance of the man next to her has, hasn't it? Once, a long time ago on Trash Heaven when Ives Jackus thought taking her in hand was a good idea. She'd thought him and his lesson learned, but he's proven as much a giant yoink now.