The crackle of electricity filled the air as Heather tried to rewire the doors.
Something had happened to cause them to short out. Maybe it had been a frustrated challenger or a Plasma extremist, but it really didn't matter. Whoever it had been was well and gone by now. And since it was the weekend, Heather was basically forced to fix it on her own. Her pretty basic understanding of wiring and electricity was usually enough to fix just about anything, though.
Except this. For some reason the doors were just fried. Replacing the wiring hadn't worked, either.
Sighing and standing, Heather wiped sweat off of her forehead. "Dammit. This isn't working. Maybe I'll give Nik a call next time the Elite Four go on break."
Heather dropped the wire cutters next to the soldering iron, taking care to make sure the latter was unplugged. She turned around to head back up to the wind-room.
Which was the only reason she saw the low shape dash towards her, two pointed knives raised.
Then the electricity arced, and Heather found herself writhing on the floor.
Unconsciousness took her soon after.
