Contessa v Weld p1

Weld appeared in the doorway, catching the frame with one hand.  The momentum splintered the wood.

"She's downstairs, using one of Teacher's subordinates with Doormaker and Two-six."

"I see.  You'll need to get to her.  They-"

Weld attacked, slashing out with his other hand, a long blade.

She ducked.  "-have a perception blocker, beware."

Weld struck again.  She stepped back.  She saw the paths available, and kicked the chair so it slid into him, binding with his skin.  He stepped forward and she put one foot against the chair, causing wheels to skid, and Weld to fall to the floor.

"Good to know.  Are you alright?"

"Cornered.  They've got a thinker, I think, they planned this ahead of time, knowing I wouldn't pick up on their presence."

Weld drew his feet back and kicked the desk.  Not to hit her, but to put it between her and the door.  Contessa caught the phone-rest before it could clatter to the ground.

-Interlude 29