Feeling confident in your abilities, you push the vent out. It falls to the ground and clatters with a tremendous noise. FireWire spins around at the noise, but you were already down on the ground and ready to attack. However, instead of fear or shock on her face, you see a mischievous smirk. You hesitate and realize why.
You were standing in an aisle of showcase computers.
Before you could even spout a one-liner, wires shoot out from the cases and make a bee-line for you. You swing your arms to try and deflect them, but they come at all angles, and quickly begin to wrap you up. Despite your best efforts, the wires mummify your body from your shoulders down to your calves, and force you to lay on your back upon the ground.
FireWire laughs, her voice like velvet to your ears. She props herself up onto one of the showcase tables near you and crosses herr legs, bouncing one foot in amusement.
"Oh Hawkboy, sometimes you're too predictable. Did you think I didn't know that the vents would be the only entrance in you could take?"
She taps a long, black lacquered fingernail upon her chin.
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