The first shot rang out, echoing sharply off the walls, followed by a second, then a third. Several of the leaders instinctively ducked or turned away, bracing themselves for the sight of blood. But Jade was already in motion. Her eyes flashed with a sudden, intense light—white flames flickering within them. Her body moved with a speed and precision that defied logic.
She twisted to the side, the first bullet slicing through the air where she had been a moment before. With a quick, fluid movement, she dropped low, evading the next shot, her body almost a blur.
The third and fourth bullets were met with a swift backward leap, each one missing by mere inches as she contorted her body mid-air.
The final two shots passed harmlessly beneath her as she flipped gracefully, her form a perfect arc in the air, before landing softly on the ledge above where Kamala Harris sat.
The room fell into a stunned silence.
