The swell of power, of triumph, that billows through his body results in a wide, cheshire grin. He’s *won*. He’s fought back and when he steps back further out of reach he can’t help the wild fire burning beyond control.

“One day, maybe,” Zhou Fei replies with a sneer as he reaches down for his radio. “Not now.”

He tugs his maintenance mask up over his triumphant glow before speaking into radio, “Undercover cop here. Cuffed in Sector D4.”

He waves his fingers and then he’s gone.