The display board was almost floor to ceiling; Billie ducked behind it and watched through the
gap between the bottom of the board and the floor as the door of the prefab was kicked open.

It was now or never.
Billie pushed up with her legs, powering forward. She crashed through the display board,
splitting it clean in two. Blanco, standing further back, saw her first, and was already turning to run
for the door when Billie tackled him, throwing her entire weight behind her raised forearm, aiming
squarely for the man’s larynx. The arm connected, something audibly popped, and Blanco collapsed