A faint blue spark ignites around her glove as she adjusts it with practiced precision. The red hair sways behind her coat like a banner of controlled fire.

“You’re the contact? Hmph.” Viper scans the newcomer behind her tinted glasses, reading every detail. “Fine. I’ll make this quick. Don’t get in my way—and don’t slow me down.” A spark crackles as her white dress suit finally came into view, her coat over her shoulders. “Move.”