Her cheek moved once. Not quite a twitch.
"Electrocution protocol," she said to the unit.
The batons came out.
The first hit was between the shoulder blades — a full-discharge contact shock, 50,000 volts, designed to drop a Class Five villain in under two seconds.
His knees bent.
The second hit was at the base of his neck.
His vision went.
Not dramatically. Not with sound effects. Just — the lights went sideways, the concrete came up, and then there was nothing.
The internal processing corridor of the Villainika Maximum Security Complex stretched two hundred meters from the outer gate to Warden Station Ten, the internal checkpoint for the Red Zone.
It had no windows.
The walls were four feet of reinforced alloy lined with dimensional suppression plating, each panel generating an overlapping field that turned the corridor into a null space for any ability above Class Two.
They dragged him through it unconscious.
