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Wyrm grunted, stood back. "Okay," he said almost grudgingly. "You can go in."
Cu
He could try to make a break for it, or he could bull his way through by putting the blame for New Day on someone else. Loophole, maybe. Or Warlock. That might be his best bet.
He squared his shoulders and opened the door to Kien's i
"You wanted to see me?" Cu
The shadowy figure sitting behind the huge teakwood desk was only dimly lit by the small lamp. Cu
Kien was dead.
If that indeed was Kien seated behind the desk. Cu
Cu
"Rapture," Cu
Cu
The thing of it was, though, Cu
Or was he?
Cu
The person who had taken Kien's head as a souvenir. But why steal the head of a dead man?
To keep the memories locked in Kien's dead brain away from Deadhead.
Perhaps. If that were the case, then this was an inside job. Knowledge of Deadhead's unique ability to access the memories of dead brains wasn't exactly widespread outside the Shadow Fists.
Cu
Cu
Cu
Only the door to the office wasn't locked. It suddenly opened and Wyrm stuck his head in, saying, "Excussss…" and stopped before he got the first word out.
Leslie Christian stood behind Wyrm. Cu
The two in the doorway stared at the scene inside Kien's office, then Christian said laconically, "So, finally made your move, old boy?"
There was a moment of shocked silence, then Wyrm howled in anger as Christian's words finally penetrated his stu
Wyrm wasn't very bright, and he was intensely loyal to his master. When he got an idea through his skull, it tended to stay there. And now he had the notion, neatly planted by Christian, that Cu
He faded. Fading made Cu
But Wyrm's angry screams got closer. Rapidly. Cu
What the hell was going on? Cu
He twisted away as the, joker grabbed at him and one of his flailing hands caught in Cu
He was no match, Cu
He faded in his eyes to see Wyrm ferociously biting empty air and brought his right knee up hard between Wyrm 's legs.
Wyrm screamed and Cu