The AI in T-09's brain was running at full throttle. He didn't even need to track Laura's movements visually—just the spot where she vanished and the angle of her motion were enough for him to calculate her trajectory with pinpoint accuracy.
A split second later, he raised his hand and snatched at the air.
Snap!
With a sharp crack, his fingers clamped down around Laura's wrist—dead on target, thanks to his insane processing power.
"Ugh…"
Laura's fierce, predatory eyes widened in shock. This was the first time anyone had ever caught her like that.
"Gotcha," T-09 said, lifting his head. His eyes glowed with a pulsing green light.
Then his fingers tightened. Made of adamantium alloy, his grip was like a steel vice. Laura's arm cracked audibly under the pressure.
"AAARGH—!"
She threw her head back and screamed, the pain ripping through her. Her injuries were getting worse by the second.
