Zap her, whack her. Jack's swing is even stronger and angrier when he remembers Atlas telling him how to do it. The splicer wails in pain and she's already coughing blood when she throws fire.

Jack swears and beats out his burning sleeve, and she has time to teleport, red mist blending with the spatter already around her. Her mistake is not teleporting away. She stays in the fight, and the second she reappears she meets fire -- lightning -- a heavy metal wrench.

She falls, and then a couple blows later, she's dead.

A couple blows after that, she's very very dead.

Uh, Jack?

You can stop now.






Splicer successfully overpowered, he returns to Sinclair, hurrying until he sees that the man has waited. His sleeve and arm are burned to a decent degree. His front is splattered with very close-range blood.

He doesn't say anything; his face is drawn up, scrunched.

He doesn't look as if he feels much better.