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"Don't play your fucking mind games with me, Black Hand," Randin growled, though much of the force left her throat. She was appealing to his pity. Unfortunately, Randin didn't feel particularly kind or merciful right now. Dismounting her, Randin placed one of his brawny hands over her head, keeping his weight on her skull.

"Twist your body so I can see your back," he ordered.

"The Black Hand was brutally executed by the Taiyou a month ago," she spat angrily. "You wanted to know me, well know this. There's only one thing on my mind right now, and that's keeping myself and my idiotic husband alive."

Kianna wasn't quite as helpless without her combat suit as Randin might have assumed. The woman had years of combat experience under her belt and with his weight shifted away from her lower body, she curled her legs to land a vicious kick to the side of Randin's head. As the detective was knocked clear, she rolled forward.