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Kiara’s muscles tensed.

Any moment now.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four–

Five shadowy figures burst into the room, weapons raised.

Kiara pulled on the one cable she’d tugged with her through the slit in the door. Instantly, the system they had installed came to life.

The cable held true. It pulled taught, clicking into place, and creating a tripping obstacle concealed in the mayhem.

The first masked figures toppled to the floor, one on top of the other.

Kiara released a heavy breath.

Part one of the plan was complete.

They had no chance in hell against those armed, trained guys. Humans didn’t have Deruzians’ strength and Leyra was injured.

So they had to improvise.

Setting up traps.

As Kiara had expected, more figures burst in, stepping on their comrades in their haste.

Let them trample themselves into oblivion.

The bodies on the ground now covered the cables; they were useless.

And that’s where Leyra came in.

“Now,” Kiara said.

The figures advanced halfway in the middle of the room, heads turning from side to side at an unnatural angle.

Leyra flicked the button Darcy had given her.

A buzz resounded in the room, reverberating against the metal.

The magnet system Leyra had set up at Darcy’s instructions, on the opposite wall from the entrance, hummed to life. They’dscavenged every single magnet Darcy used to test the robot parts.

Guns were made of metal, right? This way they could disarm the figures from a safe distance.

And the mechanism worked–perhaps a bit too well.

Instead of yanking the guns away from the invaders’ hands, the magnets sucked their entire bodies.

“What in the–?” Carol shook her head. “We’re notthatgood.”

But they were. Because a pile of bodies was now glued to the magnets, twitching. Their armor must have been filled with iron or something.

Kiara bit her lower lip. No, that didn’t make sense.