Vankler was only a handful of meters from the heavy sec-door when Archangel moved out of the crowd of dancers who were trying to get through the exit door behind the stage. She held her Ares Light Fire 70 in both hands. She’d dressed in black for the night, but her alabaster skin and platinum blond hair stood out against it. She looked like a vengeful wraith, her face sharp and expressionless, almond eyes narrow.