A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",Izanabe stood stiffly at the side, even with his powerful kinetic vision he could only barely catch the afterimages of what had just happened.,Looking at the three deformed corpses, blood slowly pooled beneath them. There were two streaks on the ground, still emitting a wisp of blue smoke. These were the marks left by Heather's shoes as they scraped against the ground at high speed.。