AR-15 braced on the sill; the shooter turned, hearing a snap.
She stood in silver and fuchsia costume, picture perfect arcs of electricity between her thumb and forefinger.
He gulped. “You gonna zap me?”
She roundhouse kicked him out the window.
“No.”
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