What had he called her?<span style="font-style: italic">"sweet cheeks?"</span><br/><br/>She gave a half laugh, unimpressed, and turned to punch in a sequence of commands on the panel that would initiate this whole process. Whatever he had chattered on about after that fell on deaf ears - this was just the procedure and he was just another job to get done.<br/><br/>Her fingers danced fluidly over the surface of the tablet cradled in her arm, taking notes that she would pour over later to decipher the readings being regurgitated by the screens and projections. Her expression quickly devolved into something of muddled frustration, as the readings contradicted each other.<br/><br/>"What's flammable?" she asked in a bored monotone, entertaining the slurred stupor of the subject for a brief moment when curiosity was piqued. But an answer didn't come in the form of drunkin words - instead Ava was knocked clean off her feet by a sudden flurry of chaos.<br/><br/>Her ears were ringing as she groaned through the throbbing in her head. But she didn't have the luxury of enduring whatever pain came as a consequence for her negligence. She needed to act if she had any hope of securing her subject again. Ava shoved the sleeve of her right arm up above her elbow and tapped out a sequence on her inner wrist. The skin lit like the paths of a circuitboard, and golden tendrils of energy flashed from her elbow to her fingertips. An electric charge crackled in the palm of her hand, and scrambling to her feet Ava bolted toward the destruction of the door.<br/><br/>She could just make out the shape of her subject, pelted with useless bullets from the mouth-breathing idiots they called guards. She considered barking an order in their direction for a half second before opting to forgo the pointless effort. Instead, she raised her right hand with he crackling ball of electricity coiling in the cage of her fingers, and unleashed a bolt of energy potent enough to take down an elephant.<br/><br/>Taking advantage of the moment of calm she had just bought herself and her team, she glared through the dust and smoke at the security team and spat words laced with anger, "contain him."<br/><br/>"How?!" came an ill conceived retort from one of the slack-jawed enforcers.<br/><br/>"Figure it out," she replied, huffing a stray tendril of hair out of her face, "maybe try something that doesn't burn."