Maya POV

Number Seven stands in the center of the factory floor like she owns it. Blood drips from her wounds but she doesn't seem to care. Doesn't even seem to feel it.

"Twenty guns pointed at me," she says in my voice. "And you all think you're the predators. How cute."

"Fire!" Alexei commands.

The factory erupts with gunfire. Bullets tear through the air from every direction. The sound is deafening in the enclosed space. Shell casings rain onto concrete.

Number Seven moves.Not ...