Nausea roiled in his stomach as Gargoyle lifted his fist and Adrian could see the place where the limb had been crushed from its weight. One of the thorns had splintered and was oozing yellow-tinted blood.
“So,” said Frostbite, once Hawthorn’s scream had died into a trembling whimper. “Are you ready to begin?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“YOU—YOU CAN’T—” Hawthorn stammered through her clenched teeth. “I’m unarmed … immobilized … Your code doesn’t allow…”
“Oh, so you’re an expert on our code, are you?” Frostbite guffawed. “A thief, a producer, a dealer … I really don’t think anyone will be upset about what happens to you.”
Hawthorn snarled, tears wetting her face. “And when your precious Council sees that you tortured me?”
Frostbite laughed and unlatched a holster on her belt. “Oh, they’re not going to see anything.”
It was a handgun, exactly like those they had been training with lately. Adrian’s pulse thumped.
They had Agent N. That’s how Frostbite planned to get away with this. They could do whatever they wanted to Hawthorn’s extra limbs, because once she was neutralized, those limbs would no longer exist. All evidence of the Renegades’ abuse would disappear. And with the metronome steadily ticking away, no one would hear her screams beyond the shipyard.
It would be their word against hers—a known criminal and one that no one would be sorry to see stripped of her powers. Adrian wasn’t sure how or why Frostbite’s team had been allowed to arm themselves with the neutralizing agent, maybe they’d been given special permission for this high-profile case, but he did know it would be easy for them to claim they had neutralized Hawthorn out of self-defense.
Who would the Council believe?
His stomach was in knots.
“I know you’ve been selling your product on the black market,” said Frostbite, her voice haughty and cold. The sound of it made Adrian’s teeth grind. “I want the names and aliases of the dealers you’ve been selling to.”
There was a moment of silence, punctuated only with the tick-tick-tick of the metronome. Swallowing the bile in his mouth, Adrian peered over the ledge again.
“I don’t know any names,” Hawthorn growled. “They tell me where to drop the stuff and pick up the payment, and I do it.”
Frostbite signaled to Gargoyle.
He brought another fist down, crushing a second limb.
Hawthorn’s scream tore through Adrian like a physical assault.
He didn’t want to pity her. Hawthorn was a criminal. She had stolen medicine, used it to produce illegal substances. She had dealt it to teenagers. Her actions had likely resulted in numerous deaths.
He wouldn’t even have been sad to see her shot with Agent N right now.
But he also knew that this was wrong. To beat her when she was helpless. To torture her unnecessarily. They were supposed to take her to headquarters, let her be interrogated there. Any information spoken under duress was likely to be fallible, anyway.
But what if she says something useful? his brain countered. What if she gives up more names, or gives evidence that could lead to more arrests? What if they bring down a whole chain of dealers because of this … or an entire drug syndicate?
He turned his head away from the scene below, face screwed up tight. He could walk away. Pretend he never saw any of this. He could allow Frostbite and her team to break the rules and hope that it lead to further justice.
“I’ll ask the question again,” said Frostbite. “What are the names of your associates?”
Hawthorn’s voice was breaking, her gumption already buried beneath the pain. “I told you, I don’t know. We don’t share names.”
Frostbite made a doubtful sound. She surveyed her companions, and Adrian could picture her smug expression.
He may not always act within the confines of the Gatlon code authority, but this was beyond vigilantism and justice. This was abuse of power, pure and simple.
He couldn’t stand for it.
Adrian thrust his arm forward. The laser diode rose from his forearm plate and began to glow.
Gargoyle raised his fist.
Adrian fired. The bolt of light struck Gargoyle in his chest, blowing him back against the nearest crate. He hit the ground with a thud that shook the entire stack and left a sizable dent in the metal side.
Adrian leaped to the ground, centering himself between Hawthorn and Frostbite. “That’s enough. She’s captured. You’ve done your job. Now take this criminal back to headquarters and let the Council deal with her.”
Frostbite’s expression quickly turned from surprise to loathing. “Well, well. I had a feeling your death was too good to be true.” Long icicles began to form in her left hand. Her right still held the gun. “Are you going to try to tell me that the Council sent you? That your orders are to bring Hawthorn back too?” She spat into the dirt. “Sorry, but that lie’s not going to work a second time.”
“I don’t have to lie about anything. You’re acting outside of the code, and the Council is going to know about it. Now, are you going to arrest this criminal and confess your own crimes, or do I have to do it for you?”
“Better idea,” said Frostbite, one side of her mouth lifting. “I think we’re about to bring in two wanted criminals—already neutralized. Oh, won’t the Council be pleased.”
Something struck Adrian’s shoulder. He felt a tug on his armor. The barb of Stingray’s tail was latched beneath the shoulder plate, trying to rip it off him. Growling, Adrian grabbed the tail and yanked, pulling Stingray off his feet.
Frostbite yelled and hurled the icicle. Adrian blocked it with his forearm and the ice shattered, its shards skittering through the dust. He lifted his left palm toward Frostbite and a ball of fire began to curl around his hand, crackling orange and white.
Frostbite took a step back.
“No,” said Adrian. “I’m taking Hawthorn into my custody. I’ll deliver her to headquarters myself.”
He said it without really thinking about what a terrible idea it would be for him to stroll into headquarters in full Sentinel armor, with Hawthorn draped across his shoulders—but he would figure out the details later.
Turning, he aimed the fire at the mounds of ice that had cemented Hawthorn’s limbs to the ground. She was watching him, wary and bleary-eyed, her cheeks wet with tears and her shattered limbs coated with yellow blood.
“Cute,” said Frostbite, “but that’s really not how this is going to play out. Aftershock!”
Adrian looked up in time to see Aftershock stomp one foot into the ground. A crack splintered the compact dirt, shooting straight between Adrian’s legs. He yelped in surprise and was thrown off balance, landing on his side. In the same moment, Stingray’s tail wrapped around Adrian’s neck, pinning him to the ground. Adrian tried to dig his fingers in between the tail and his armor but he couldn’t gain purchase.
“That was a nice try, with your gallant speech and everything,” said Frostbite. She stood over Adrian, one hand on her hip while the other tapped the gun against her thigh.
He glanced over at Hawthorn, who was still on her knees, her head hanging low. He had only managed to free one of her limbs from the ice and it was one of the broken ones.