Veronica's POV
I pulled the oil-paper package from my pocket, holding it out with deliberate care. "T-Five, hold your breath and watch closely."
T-Five's eyes locked onto the package in my hands, his breathing stopped as he waited to see what I was hiding.
I stepped closer, my movements calculated. Right in front of his face, I peeled back the oil paper with precise fingers. In one swift motion, I hurled the contents forward—the powder exploded across T-Five's face, coating his eyes and filling his nose and mouth.
"Veronica, you—"
I didn't let him finish. My hand shot out, gripping his throat as I slammed him down onto the table, pinning his body beneath mine.
While T-Five gasped and choked, I slipped a thin tube to his nostril and pushed a black bug through it into his nose. My movements were fluid, practiced. I had him completely under control.
T-Five couldn't believe a woman my size had just taken him down so easily. He hadn't even reached for his gun.
