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In my weakened condition, a direct attack wasn’t wise, but if I "surrendered"

The good thing about being a feistics: I could only raise one hand, so they unshot wouldn’t kill ers

I commanded the vines of my cobra’s flare to slip down and twine into reen ar Perfect

In past battles, I’d tried to limit the body count Now I cared only about what actions would be quickest Once I completed my mission, none of this would have happened

I lile "P-please help!" I cried, both ar poisonous spores "Can you help awked at me One said, "A female!" and ran to apprehend me The other reached for his radio

Neither co my poncho hood back up, I strode past their bodies and approached the entrance I peeked inside; no one right there, so I slipped in

Lining a dark corridor were cells filled hat must be two hundredhallas an open doorway Light, heat, and h it

I could tell I neared those plants! My claws budded and sharpened, and I felt the first real tingle of regeneration

No one had seen me back here in the dark All eyes were trained in the other direction on twothat doorway

Whimpers and murmurs rippled from the cells: "What happens now?" "Has anyone escaped?" "What will they do to us?"

Nothing good, I wanted to answer

Since the Flash, I’d been caged by a ed down into a cannibal’s subterranean pantry, and forced into a house-of-horrors torture chamber

These prisoners weren’t headed for a pleasant destination Would they be slaughtered like cattle? Or used as target practice as soes In one, a boy of about nine was crying while an older guy--looked like his granddad--tried to coed out The kid called hi a low profile until I got more intel "What state are we in?" I asked Pops

He jolted, maybe because he’d just heard the voice of a rare fees "Indiana"

Still? Dae, a burly guy with a bandana over his head turned toward me and said, "Solomón, the leader of the Skins"

"Skins?"

Pops said, "Those are Sol’s fanatical followers"