The Enforcer expected compliance born of panic. Instead, he encountered the unyielding resistance of a reinforced steel beam. The rider did not panic. Utilizing advanced close-quarters leverage, she tensed her core and effortlessly shattered his aggressive hold, shoving his heavy hands away with a sharp, calculated strike.
With a mechanical click, the carbon-fiber helmet responded to her haptic command. The dark, polarized visor slid upward.
Revealed beneath the helmet was a face of absolute, chilling stone. She was a black woman with sharp, aristocratic features and eyes that promised immediate devastation. She did not look at the Enforcer with fear; she looked at him as an exterminator looks at a pest.
"Take your hands off me before this turns into your last in uniform," she stated. Her voice was terrifyingly calm, slicing through the desert heat with lethal precision.