Precision Poisons

Beye saw the glint of metal nozzles at her wrists just as she pursed her pale lips and blew out a long breath. A vaporous mist jetted from the nozzles and engulfed them all.
The ground beneath Beye’s feet suddenly became the consistency of rubber and she stumbled, dimly aware of Grohl doing the same. Pasri let out a weak cry and fell.
As Beye collapsed in a heap, her limbs refusing to do as she told them, she saw the pale woman smile and lick beads of the spray off her fingertips. “It’s done,” she heard her say, the words drawing out into a liquid, humming echo. Beye’s senses went dark.
… “Right on schedule,” said a new voice. “As you said.”
“Of course.” That was the pale woman. “I can time the actions of my toxins to the second, if need be.”

Chapter Ten