"Piss off, Agata." Silva scowled at me, deep lines etched in his face. He'd never liked me. Said a woman had no place among the Subduers, that I'd just be a distraction and ruin our operations. Really, I think he just liked having someone to blame his failures on. "What's she gonna do, scribble on me?"
"Berry took a pen to the eye last week," I reminded him, and pulled my ballistic goggles down over my eyes. Pens weren't meant to be weapons, but a sharp enough thrust in the right spot could do some serious damage. We'd gotten the bastard that did it, of course, but we'd all seen Berry writhing in pain and howling. Not wearing his gear had cost him his career. Our heavy padding was a pain in the ass, but when you cornered heretics, they got desperate. Dangerous. All in the name of "freedom".
Silva scoffed, ignoring me. "This bitch is so small I could break her over my knee." He then went on to suggest which part of his body was bigger than the woman we were chasing, complete with