Stand Down

Rina didn't hesitate. She raised her rifle, finger steady on the trigger.

"Hands up, Sybil." Her voice was firm, unwavering. "Nice and slow."

Sybil tilted her head, amused. Her hands lifted but not in surrender. Instead, they moved gracefully, like a puppeteer pulling invisible strings.

Rina's grip tightened. "I said—"

A sudden force yanked the rifle from her hands, sending it spinning through the air before crashing against a wall.

Briggs cursed, reaching for his weapon but Sybil simply flicked her fingers, and he was thrown back like a ragdoll.

Rina clenched her jaw. This wasn't just some thug with stolen tech. Sybil was powerful. Dangerous. And she knew it.

The telekinetic smirked. "Oh, Captain. You really thought you could just point a gun at me and call it a day?"

Rina rolled her shoulders, stepping forward. Weapon or not, she wasn't backing down.

"I don't need a gun to put you down."