Krimmler. Well shit. That answered her question about who else was after her. Sergei, Krimmler, and she would bet money (if she had any) on Sandor. It was all rapidly becoming one ugly equation. If she went out the front, Sergei would shoot her with something. If she went out the back, Sandor would mess her up. There didn't appear to be a side door or a handy skylight she could fly out of.
Double shit. Well. The only way out is through...
Rising, Elise took a scant few steps to where Krimmler sat.
"Wir haben zu Treffen wie diesem zu stoppen!" She flashed a fake smile at the man as she made the crack about them having to stop meeting quite like this. And then she did something either extraordinarily brilliant or exceptionally stupid.
Elise punched Krimmler in the face, less with her fist and more with a conncussive blast.
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