Raegan remained silent, her head bowed, prompting the man to harshly grab her chin.
Then, a slap was delivered.
The butt of his gun struck Raegan across the mouth, splattering blood across her teeth and trickling down her Lips.
Despite the pain, Raegan spat out a mouthful of blood and confirmed, âYes, it was me.
â
Raegan knew the man had seen what happened.
He was just in disbelief and needed confirmation.
There was no point in hiding it now, and perhaps honesty would spare her further pain.
The man, now viewing her as more than just an ordinary threat, demanded, âHow did you know which wire to cut?â
âI guessed.
â Raegan shrugged, maintaining her composure under pressure.
The manâs suspicion deepened as he ordered sternly, âCome with me, and donât try anything, or Iâll kill you!â
He forcefully twisted Raeganâs arms behind her back, intending to secure them with rope.
âAh!â Raeganâs cry of pain echoed slightly in the empty space.
As the man glanced at Raeganâs tear-stained face, his guard dropped momentarily, dismissing her as a serious threat.
He scoffed internally at her audacity to tamper with the explosives.
Underestimating Raegan was the manâs mistake.
In a swift move, Raegan reached into her bag and pulled out a small device before pressing it against his neck.
Sizzle⦠A buzzing sound of electrical discharge filled the air.
It was a compact stun gun disguised as a power bank.
Raegan hadnât brought much with her, but she had made sure to carry this essential item for self-defense.
Caught off guard, the man jolted, his face contorting in pain as he stumbled backward.
âIâll kill you!â he roared, his training kicking in.
Despite the shock, the man managed to regain some control, lunging forward to grasp Raeganâs wrist.
The stun gun, while effective, was not as powerful as a full-sized baton, and the man had partially evaded the full brunt of the shock.
Although the stun gun had injured him, the effect was brief, and the damage wasnât severe enough to incapacitate him completely.
He still managed to exert force.
Raegan struggled fiercely, managing to land another shock on his wrist, which had sustained a small cut.
She targeted the injury, repeatedly shocking it until the electricity made his wrist almost numb with pain.
âDamn⦠it!â the man cursed, recoiling in pain and crouching on the ground, his face twisted in agony.
Seizing the moment, Raegan turned around and ran.
The hotel corridors were deserted, every door shut tight.
She had nowhere to hide, and soon she could hear the quick patter of footsteps behind her.
The man had caught up.
âStop! You canât run away! Stop! Still!â he shouted, his voice echoing down the hall.
Despite his injured hand, his determination was relentless as he pursued Raegan, shouting instructions into his radio to alert Lorenzo, âSir, Iâve found the woman.
Iâm chasing her on the 7th floor!â
Meanwhile, Lorenzo, upon hearing the update, barely reacted.
He turned to address Katie, a disturbing calmness in his demeanor, âIâm sorry, Miss Glyn.
She showed up late.
Donât hold it against me.
â