In the dimly lit corridors of the power plant, the chase was reaching new heights.
Shadowfox, her silver hair streaming behind her, nimbly navigated the industrial maze.
"Corner her there!" Ivan shouted, pointing towards a narrow passage lined with rusted pipes. His team, a mix of hardened mercenaries, quickly fanned out, moving to encircle Shadowfox.
One of the mercenaries, a burly man with a scarred face, lunged at her, his knife glinting in the dim light. "Gotcha now!" he growled.
But Shadowfox was a step ahead. She twisted in the air, her body contorting impossibly as she evaded the attack. Her counter was swift - a well-placed kick sent the man sprawling.
"Damn it! She's slippery!" another mercenary cursed, firing off a shot that ricocheted off a nearby boiler.
Shadowfox's breathing was steady despite the exertion. Her movements were fluid, "You'll have to do better than that!" she spoke, her voice echoing through the space.
