The woman kneeled and flexed her wrist in an odd movement; a long white dagger dropped into her hand. She was a Scorcher then: the ceramic blade had the blue NYPD logo stamped on its side. She slipped it under part of the catcher nets and cut upward in a fast, sure stroke. The pressure on Red’s chest lessened, and she flipped him over like a dead fish and did the same to his back. There was tugging, a snap , and his arms came free.