My mind raced through a multitude of tactical assessments in the split second between my Instinct skill's warning and Ms. Patterson's expectant smile. Whatever was waiting beyond that door represented a significant threat, but I also had to consider my own capabilities and advantages.
I was no longer the same person who had barely survived the assassination attempt in the city streets a week ago. My body had been pushed to new levels through training. My Pain Resistance and Poison Resistance had both reached Level 4, meaning I could survive toxin exposures that would kill normal humans. My reflexes were operating at superhuman levels, and my combat skills had been honed through countless life-or-death encounters.
