He nodded to her, eyeing her placement with approval before glaring at the door. Their captors was on the other side, swearing to himself about the keys and Remy pulled out two playing cards. Charging them to glow, he slipped them under the door jam, hopefully near the bastard's feet.
The cards release their charge and a scream of surprise and pain resonated through the door. Wiggling a glowing seven of clubs into the lock, Remy turned away to shield from flying door debris.
One man was down, but two more roared into the room armed with guns and syringes. Remy set his shoulder and lunged forward to the closest. Now the fun began.