"Copier…"
Summary: Paracelsus is leaving a little gift for Arthur and the gang…
Disclaimer: No copywrite infringement intended.
Part XX…
Alternate Warehouseverse…
Charlotte and Sutton, reluctantly…Nicholas all too eagerly, for their tastes, following Myka's cautious lead via a bit of a maze of sections which she hoped followed the same slightly contrary and devious path to the Bronzer area that it would have…She believed…In her own universe's Warehouse.
At least, she hoped so…
And so far, so good…
Though disturbing that no agents seemed to be patrolling these particular sections…She'd expected this Peter would give her a route to the Bronzer but not this easy a one…
Either she was going exactly the way he'd counted on her going…Or, this was nowhere near the way to go…
Well, no point in getting the Suttons…Or whatever name the Countess and Nick preferred to use…To questioning her ability to lead this merry band…
All roads eventually lead to the Bronzer…She'd little doubt that this world's Peter would throw her a clue or two if he found she wasn't headed toward whatever sort of ambush he had waiting.
Likely to be a pretty serious ambush, too…He clearly was not taking the murder of his fiancée thing well…
Hafta to mention it to HG…I wonder how she'd take learning her counterpart was engaged to and presumably in pretty deep with Peter Lattimer…
Well, why shouldn't she be?...Pete's no one to turn one's nose up at, even if not on her genius level…And this Pete clearly pushed on the intellect portion…
Hmmn…Might not be the best thing, letting her know. Disturbing her secure new existence and all…And just when she herself was about to try and see if things might move to a new level.
Not that she had any concerns…No…
"Agent Bering?" Sutton's somewhat puzzled tone brought her out of her reverie…He having moved ahead to her as Charlotte and Nick waited.
"Huh? Oh, sorry…I was just trying to be sure we're heading in the right direction…Rounabout route and I'm not sure if this world matches mine perfectly as to where things are in here." Wan smile.
"Of course… I just wanted to be sure you weren't uncertain as to which way to proceed or just trying to dodge Lattimer's people. We actually may be of some help here." Smile.
"Nick's been at the Bronzer, of course…Same as in my world." Myka nodded. "Yeah, thanks…"
"Look…" Sutton, kindly… "We know something about being strangers in a strange land. You aren't alone in this and we will do anything we can to help…So long as Nick and my wife aren't put at risk."
"Thanks…" she nodded.
"Nick…" he called, in low voice, turning back… "Agent Bering could use a little help here…"
"Coming…" Nick replied, rather pleased…
Charlotte frowning a bit…And hurrying with him to the others…
"Just need to see if you can confirm we're on the right track, Nick." Sutton noted. "Ms. Bering's not completely sure everything's the same in this world."
"I'm not quite sure, Father…Myka…" smile… "It looks like areas I passed the last time…"
"Ms. Bering…" he corrected at Sutton's hard stare…Seconded by Charlotte's.
"I'll take a look ahead, if that's ok?"
"Lets go…" Myka nodded.
"Best to let me go with Nick…" Charlotte firmly, pasting nonchalant look… "I mean in case Agent Lattimer has his people closer to your Bronzer. They won't be suspicious of us…"
Nick, slightly disappointed look…
"Sure…Ok…" Myka nodded at Charlotte's mix of frown and plea…
"We'll just have a quick look and be right back, come on, Nick…" Charlotte urged him away, he following her a bit reluctantly as Sutton and Myka watched.
"Best to pull back a little, Ms. Bering…In case anyone comes this way." Sutton suggested, she nodding and stepping back with him to a dark corner of the section.
"Professor Sutton?" Myka hissed. "Nick seems a bit…"
"Yeah." Nod.
"She…My counterpart…Didn't…?" worried look…
"I certainly hope not…" frown at her. "Though I don't think it went any further than some flirtation…And my boy being a son of his father…" wan smile… "I suppose it's only fair to remember it takes two to tango."
"Hope Mrs. Sutton…The Countess…Accepts that…And that I wouldn't…"
"Charlotte will be fine…If she really doubted you, you'd be in Agent Lattimer's hands now, regardless of my or Nick's protests."
She nodded to his grin…
"Here they come…" he noted…
Nick in view, making a waving motion…As if trying to warn while being…
Uh-oh…Myka eyed Sutton, both realizing…
"Don't, Agent Bering…" Mrs. Fredericks noted quietly…Stepping from just behind Nicholas…Tesla trained.
"Leena…" she whispered. Leena, leading Charlotte, likewise under Tesla cover…
"How did you?" Myka stared at Leena…
"Your rope tying skills leave something to be desired, Agent…" Mrs. Fredericks, slightest of smiles. "And Leena had orders from me to let you escape her. Though, young Mr. Sutton's enthusiasm helped to make the scene a bit more believable on the Warehouse security footage. Sorry, Countess, I just didn't want you and your son to try and do anything foolish for Agent Bering's sake after we found you. Leena?" she and Leena put their Teslas down.
"So you do believe me?" Myka, relieved…
"Not exactly…I'd be rather foolish to believe you blindly, based on that story of yours…" Mrs Fredericks sighed. "But something is very wrong in all of this and I do sense you're not the person you were. Plus I fear Agent Lattimer's a bit too out for vengeance here and that it's clouding his judgment. So, I'm willing to bring you to the Bronzer and allow you a chance to unbronze Claudia so that we can get to the bottom of this."
"Thanks. Thanks so much, Mrs. Fredericks…" Myka, earnestly.
"But I am as willing to shoot you and Claudia as Peter would be if you turn out to be trying to deceive us." Stern frown.
"Right…" nod. "But…" Myka eyed her new ally "How can you get us to the Bronzer with Peter's men all over the place…"
"I've my ways. Agent Bering." Quiet stare.
….
Original Warehouseverse…
Nicholas examining the corpse with Artie.…As Jinks, Pete, a rather clingy Myka, and Charlotte watched…
"It is Uncle…" Nicholas nodded. "The tunic and chain were what he wore…And I remember the scar on his hand there…" he pointed to a small burn scar. "I was there the day he did that, pouring molten lead from a pot."
"And you and Jinks found no other artifacts on him but what we've got here?...The cloak, the rings, and this…" Artie held up the bloody scimitar, found by Jinks under the shelf where it had been kicked.
"No, nothing…" Nicholas nodded.
"Pete? Nothing for you and Myka, either?" Artie looked over.
"Nothing else so far, Artie…" Pete sighed.
"Not a thing…Sorry…" Myka added, slight nervous nod.
"What about the transmitter? Any sign of that yet?"
"Well…Nick and Jinks were about to start with me again on the triangulation thing when you showed, Artie." Pete noted.
"Lets try and find it…It's probably another dead end but there might be something useful we can learn from it." Artie sighed. Eyeing the corpse again…
"I don't understand…" Charlotte shook her head. "Paracelsus should have been immortal and invulnerable…How could he just die, like that?"
"He didn't just die…Claudia stabbed him and that's obviously what killed him…Which should have been impossible." Artie noted. "Of course it's possible he was weakened by fighting with Mrs. Fredericks before but…"
"Artie, if he died of this wound…?" Jinks noted.
"How'd he manage to attack Claudia and Mrs. Fredericks a little while ago? Yes, that is a question…" Artie noted.
"Then maybe this isn't Paracelsus…Our Paracelsus…" Charlotte suggested.
"It's too bad you can't do a DNA test on him…" Myka noted…
Artie and Jinks staring at her…Even Pete…
"Actually, we could…" Artie noted. "If one of the Suttons would be willing to cooperate…?"
"What?" Charlotte stared…
"Just a throat swab should do the trick…" Artie smiled. "At least then we'll know for sure that this is Paracelsus…"
Damn…Myka frowned…I didn't even think of that…
Well, still…Big deal…So they know it's him…Case closed…
"Of course, even if it is a Paracelsus…" Artie noted. "It could be some sort of deception…In fact it would have to be…"
"Artie…?" Pete eyed him… "You're not saying we're dealing with body swapping or something…?"
"Hmmn?"
"Can you people do that?" Charlotte blinked. "I'd heard stories…"
"Artie…" Jinks stared… "You don't think Claudia…?"
"What?" Myka, nervously… "Steve? That's crazy…It couldn't be…"
"That's where I'd go…" Pete noted… "If I wanted to have the Warehouse and didn't think I could get it in my current form…"
"No…!" Myka insisted. "I…That's silly!"
And just a bit too close to the truth…
"No, I don't think so…" Artie shook his head. "Both Mrs. Fredericks and the Warehouse itself would have detected Paracelsus' aura in Claudia…No, he didn't project himself into Claudia. But…I find it hard to understand how he managed to die from a stabbing yet attack two Caretakers so short a time ago."
"Could it be a clone? Something like that?" Pete suggested.
"Unlikely…Paracelsus can only do what's possible for the Warehouse and human cloning isn't among our artifacts as it still hasn't been perfected yet…At least not yet in any way that wouldn't take years to grow up an adult clone." Artie frowned at the body.
"So…Maybe he's just dead." Myka suggested. "He got too puffed up and thought nothing could stop him and after Mrs. F weakened him he bled to death from the earlier wound or it affected him once he lost his immortality. Internal bleeding or something like that…"
"It's possible…" Artie frowned… "But there's something seriously wrong here."
"Why don't we try and find that transmitter?" Myka urged suddenly…
Nothing like an important yet distractive task to …Uh, distract…
And get our minds off in a safer direction…
"That's probably a good idea…" Artie nodded. "Jinks, you, Myka, and Nick…And of course you, Countess, to watch Nicholas…"
Charlotte nodding…Content…
"Finish the triangulation…And Pete can help me bring our friend back to my office…"
"What?" Myka, Pete together…
"Am I suddenly hard to understand…?" Artie eyed them. "Pete, you're the strongest of us and I want to try that DNA test…Sutton's back with Claudia and Mrs. Fredericks and he'll do fine as a comparative subject…He's the closest relative, after all…"
"Why not take Nick?" Myka suggested. "He shouldn't be out here anyway, it's not safe for a boy…"
"I think I prefer him here so long as I can stay with him than having him lugging his dead uncle about…" Charlotte noted firmly.
"Two samples are better than one, Artie…Or even three…" Myka, high-mindedly.
"That's ok…I got it…" Pete insisted.
"Yeah, but…" she began…
"Mykes…Could I have a word? We'll be right back…" he noted to the puzzled group. She frowning, but reluctantly…Following…
"What is up with them today?" Artie asked Jinks who shrugged.
"Mykes…" Pete had led her to a quiet spot just a section down. "I get what all this is about…"
"You do…?" she blinked.
"Hanging round me, wanting me to stay and all…I understand…" his look, sympathetic…
"Yeah?" she stared…
That's a kind look…Not a "I know who you are and I saw what you did look"…
Maybe it's a "I've been dying to get together with you, too" look?
"Well…Pete…" she began…
"Is there anything new?"
"New?"
"The cancer, Mykes…Have you had any new word? Is that what this is about? You know I'm here for you…"
"Cancer…?" blink…"Right, the cancer…"
Oh, God…I have cancer? I don't have cancer…Or…Maybe I do and just didn't know it back home…Oh, God…
"So?" Pete eyed her…
"I…I…Uh…Well, cancer…You know…" she shrugged… "Pretty big weight on my mind and all…"
What kind?…What kind?! Do we have an artifact for it?!
Geesh, don't you love me? I have cancer and you're not stealing an artifact to use to save me? You're trusting to regular medicine?
"Is there news, Mykes? Bad or good, I want to be in the loop…"
Along with…?
"No, nothing new…It's just…The weight and all….The impact…Just hitting me now, ya know?" she smiled nervously. "Sorry if I've been hanging on you too much…"
Geesh…A lot of guys would thank their lucky…
"Any time, Mykes…It's what I'm here for…"
"Thanks…But you know…Maybe…" she put a hand on his arm… "Maybe I want a little more than just cancer stuff comfort…"
May as well go for broke here, right?
"Maybe I've been thinkin' we ought to try and use this time as a chance to get a little closer?" she looked at him.
He stared… "Mykes…?"
"I love you, Pete…" she smiled. "I'm sorry if it has to come out like this, now…When I'm sick with that kind of cancer…But, you know. No time like the present, huh?" earnest look…
"Myka…I don't know what to say…"
"There's a first…" she grinned, sincerely…
In any universe…
"But you could try…'I love you, too, Myka'…" she eyed him.
"Unless of course…"
He grabbed her suddenly, kissing her…
Phew…She beamed as he released her…
"Uh…Sorry…"
"Oh, no…" brightly… "I kinda wish you'd do it again."
He smiled…Then blanched just a bit… "Myka? You didn't get bad news…I mean, really bad news…? This isn't some desperate thing where you want to let it all hang out before…"
"No…" she frowned… "Geesh…Pete…You don't believe I could love you?"
God, what's wrong with this girl? Does she have ice water in her veins?
"I know you do…" he shook his head. "But I just…I mean we've always…"
"I feel like a change…I'm sorry if I had to get sick with that…Kind of cancer…"
God, what kind? I gotta get to my medical records…And start getting tested…
"People get over ovarian cancer, Mykes…It's a tough spot, I know…But…"
Ovarian? Oh, my God…
"…I just wouldn't want you to let worry over this…Not that I don't appreciate…" he fumbled a bit…
"Hey." She frowned. "When I say 'I love you' it doesn't come with qualifications and it's not because I think I might croak soon…It's because I love you. Now, what do you say?"
He stared…Then, smiled… "I say…I love you too, Myka."
"Damned about time…" she embraced him…
"Uh…Ah…Artie…" he noted, gasping as they kissed.
"Him you can tell I'm dying and this was a last fling…Kidding…" she frowned at his stare…
"We will have to tell him and the others…Soon…" Pete noted.
"Lets see how my treatment goes…Ok?" she smiled. "The one bit of news I have actually is that things don't look so bad…But let me see what my doc says in full detail, ok?"
Spontaneous recoveries aren't impossible, right?
God, lets hope so…Oh, I gotta make an appointment for yesterday asap…
"Really?" he eyed her. "Why didn't you say something?"
"We're so busy…Crisis that could kill us anyway…And I don't have confirmation of anything yet." She noted.
"Mykes…That would be such good news…"
"Ahem…" Artie had come in search of his errant agents…
"If you two have had your chance to discuss matters…?"
"Yes…Yes, we have…Thanks, Artie." Pete nodded.
"Yeah…Absolutely…All discussed." Myka nodded. "Back to work and alls well…"
"Great…Cause I would like to get back and look after Mrs. Fredericks and our new Caretaker…" Artie noted. "Pete, if you'd be so good as to come and give a hand with our latest deceased friend…"
"Lets go…Nothing I like more than lugging a corpse out of the Warehouse…" Pete nodded.
"Hey…" Myka hissed…As Artie turned and left.
Kissing the startled Pete on the lips firmly…
"That's for being you…See ya later." She beamed.
"Yeah…" he nodded, blinking…
….
Section 1…
A somewhat bored Sutton eyeing his charges…Mrs. Fredericks in one chair, in comatose state…Claudia, in her chair, snoring away…
There was a time…There was…A time…
When the prospect of two ladies unconscious…
Well, that was then…In an era where concepts of sexual abuse were somewhat looser…And he himself somewhat more resistant to a knife in the ribs or any other similar time-honored method for a lady to maintain her virtue…When desiring to maintain it…
Or, sometimes wishing to at least give the semblance of desiring to maintain it…For forms' sake and the salvation of one's eternal soul…
He looked over at Claudia…
Pretty, that…Would be nice if things worked out for Nick with a girl who understood his situation…Had access to incredible sources of power and wealth…Strictly under firm moral restraint, naturally…But in that desperate grey time when say a child might be ill…A father-in-law might desperately need an emergency loan…
Handy…
Plus the damned thing could kick the bejezus out of anything that might ever threaten the lad. Charlotte would be bound to appreciate that in a prospective daughter-in-…
"Hey!..." Claudia, harshly…Sitting bolt upright. "What are you doing here, Sutton?!" icy, grim tone.
"Ms. Donovan? Mr. Nielsen asked me to look after you two. Nick and Charlotte have gone to see about my brother's supposed corpse."
"Artie asked you…?" she stared. "When did you come here? What are you trying to pull with me?!" grim tone…Hasty feeling of pockets for possible weapons.
Hmmn…She sensed a flicker of the Warehouse's power surging…Like the calm steady force of the tides…
No need for any other weapon, not now…She relaxed…
And this wasn't the Sutton she knew…With something of a legit grudge against her.
Though, heck…I didn't shoot that snoop of a wife…
"Sorry…" she smiled, brittley… "I wasn't sure if it was you or Paracelsus…I'm a little on edge just now."
"Understandable…" he nodded.
Could swear she was feeling for a knife just now…
Well, Ms. Donovan always did strike as the type capable of extreme self-defense…
"So your son and Charlotte…Gone with Artie? To view…"
"What seems to be my unfortunate brother's corpse, yeah. No confirmation on that yet, though, so I'd remain on guard…"
"Right. Thanks." She smiled.
Easy goes it…The Queen should be gracious as well as ruthless as the sit allows…
"How's Mrs. F.? Artie had some medical staff and stuff coming for her…"
"Still on the way, I gather…" Sutton smiled. "But for the moment, she seems ok."
"Good…" Claudia, relieved expression.
"So, how is Nick?"
That pathetic puppy…Can't even figure out how to make the most of Immortality and invulnerability…And wants to give it up at the first chance?
What a chump…No wonder he has bug-eyes for Myka…
Whoa…Hold…Recheck the data banks from my late, lamented partner…
Right…We were…As it goes…Close, here.
Lovely…I have my own puppy…
Well, what the heck…No reason Nielsen can't have a spot of competition from the young Count…Assuming he's still able to inherit the title…
"So you're feeling better, yourself?" Sutton asked. "I understand my brother was at it again recently…"
"No after effects…" she smiled, sitting up…Whoa…
"Well, maybe just a few…"
"Care for a drink? I fear it must be water or soda…"
"Soda, please…And maybe we should give Mrs. F something?…Wet her lips at least?…"
No reason the new Queen can't display proper compassion for her defeated rival…
"I'll see if I can find something suitable…" Sutton nodded, rising…
"Thanks…"
This is working out…This is gonna be…O…K…She beamed.
So where is my own true, right now? She concentrated…Looking at a mirror on the wall…
Mirror, mirror on the wall…No crap about my black soul and all that jazz, just show me Artie…
Mental image, natch…Yeah…She found an image of Artie with Pete forming in her mind…Carrying Paracelsus…
Oooh…That stops as of tomorrow. There are much better ways for my Consort to throw his back out in the service of the Warehouse…And his mate.
…
"Ok…Lets see If we can find this thing…" Jinks noted…Having positioned Nick and Myka to cover the remaining small area not yet checked for Paracelsus' holographic transmitter.
"What if it is but it isn't Uncle?" Nick spoke up, suddenly.
"Excuse me?" Jinks stared.
Myka, just hearing…Staring as well…
"My uncle was curious about other worlds…He told me about it a few times, when I visited him. Before he changed and stopped talking to me, to anyone. He wanted to find out if there were other worlds, like ours but slightly different."
"The multiverse concept?" Jinks looked over at the boy. "Your uncle theorized the multiverse in the sixteenth century?"
"He thought it might be possible to communicate with his other selves…Learn from their wisdom how to better protect the sacred items in his charge…He never specifically mentioned the Warehouse, not until much later, after he'd forced immortality on us…But…"
"I don't see that has anything to do with what we're doing…" Myka noted firmly. "We ought to be looking for that transmitter…" high-minded tone.
Of course since it's just two sections away, under a shelf where I shoved it…
"Sure, just a minute, Mykes…" Jinks put up a hand… "So did he find a way to reach the other worlds, the other universes?" he eyed Nick.
"I don't know…Just that he talked about it…And one day, he seemed very excited about it…As if he'd found something... Mr. Jinks? Suppose Uncle did penetrate to another world…Suppose he found a way to cross over to that world and…?"
"And someone there found a way to cross here…A someone not so nice as your uncle?"
"And perhaps…Ruthless enough to harm his family…And even kill his counterpart?"
"That's silly…" Myka shook her head. "Crossing over from other universes? That's TV stuff…We don't have anything that could do that. And would he let someone kill him and leave his body here? Come on…"
Ooops…Me and my big…
Jinks staring… "Myka? That's…"
"Absolutely nuts…I know…I must be tired…The cancer…" she sighed.
"Cancer?" Jinks stared… "What about the cancer?"
"Uh…Oh…"
Ok…Screwed it on one hand…On the other, a diversion…
"OH…I didn't mean to…" she worked up tears in her eyes quickly…
"Myka? Is the cancer back?"
"I thought Pete must have told you…Oh…Jinks, don't tell anyone, please…It's really nothing…Just a little ovarian cancer…"
"Yes but…" he stared…
"It's under control…I'm getting treated…Just talk to Pete later, he'll fill you in…Anyway, sorry…I guess things are leaving me a little frazzled…Why don't we get back to our work and find that transmitter?" she urged.
"Uh…Sure…"
"Great." She beamed… Pulling out her Farnsworth to begin the triangulation…
"Are you sure it's ok…?" he asked. Nick likewise looking distressed.
"Please…" warm smile.. "I'm going to be just fine…Lets stick to work, please. It really helps me to have things to focus on besides that, you know?"
"Ok…" Jinks nodded. "Well, lets get to it…"
…
Alternate Warehouseverse…
Myka, Sutton, Charlotte, Nick…Following Mrs. Fredericks and a still rather frowning Leena toward the Bronzer area…
By a route which to both Myka and Nick seemed anything but direct….
Still…If anyone knew the safest way to get to the Bronzer…Myka reflected.
Just hope Mrs. F isn't some fiend in league with anti-Claudia who enjoys sadistically tormenting their victims…
"So your brother…" she addressed Sutton besides her as they moved quietly along… "The Paracelsus here…Must have been the evil one…As opposed to ours who once at least had a fine rep…"
"I think I resent that, Miss Bering…" Sutton frowned. "It's true Paracelsus became a monster, as you say…But he was also once a fine man…Perhaps it's your Paracelsus who robbed my brother of his noble reputation.
"The Paracelsus of his era was known for his saintliness until his sudden change…" Mrs. Fredericks noted. "We don't appoint maniacs to the position of Caretaker generally here, Agent Bering…"
"Well, no offense…Though given the way I've been treated since I got here, I could see my way to giving a little…A lot of the folks here seem a bit more inclined to the dark side than in mine… Which is sayin' something nice for my side, I guess." Myka beamed.
"I hardly think our side is any darker, Agent Bering." Mrs. Fredericks noted… "It's just a few of the people close to you on yours…Including yourself…Indulge the lesser angels here. No doubt there are worlds where I myself am not very pleasant…And people we would view as evil, including, again sorry to say, yourself, are very good. Each universe in the multiverse of infinite timelines depends on random chance and chaos. Lets press on, please…Agent Lattimer is not a fool and he's sure to have his people checking the more obscure areas even if he may not know this particular route."
"I guess…" Myka shrugged, moving on…As the others continued. "But our Paracelsus had a good name too…Till he went crazy and started harming his family and killing strangers…"
"That does sound like brother-in-law, Bennett…" Charlotte noted to Sutton.
"Wait…" Myka pondered. "Suppose both were good men…Caretakers of Warehouse 9 in each world…Your brother did like to experiment with and study artifacts, right?"
"In a cautious and sane way, till his unfortunate change of heart, yes…" Sutton nodded.
"And ours had that rep too…Suppose they each found a gateway, to their worlds…Reached each other, crossed over…What do you think they'd do?"
"Well, my brother was a great scientist…An explorer of the mind and the physical world through natural philosophy…"
"He'd explore…He'd consult with his doppleganger…" Myka nodded. "They'd seek each other's advice, try to help each other with their world's and Warehouse's problems, traveling back and forth to study and exchange notes, hang out…"
"But Paracelsus was a man of great experience…Even if he'd found such a gateway…" Mrs. Fredericks pondered, shaking head… "He surely would have been cautious in contacting a counterpart."
"He wasn't a fool, my brother…" Sutton nodded. "He could always seize people up on the basis of character…Judged me pretty well, certainly."
"Not entirely correctly…" Charlotte, wan smile to him…
"Indeed…" Nick agreed…
"But the counterpart could have been pretty clever…And these two worlds aren't the only universes…" Myka eyed the group.
"Another one…" Mrs. Fredericks stared. "There was another Paracelsus who somehow learned of his brothers' crossings…And took advantage of them."
"A stowaway…He must have taken one of the Paracelsus' places, maybe both…He's been jumping back and forth…Escaping whenever the heat got too much for him in either universe and maybe more…He could leap across a thousand universes if he had the right artifact." Myka noted.
"A multidimensional criminal…" Mrs. Fredericks stared…
"Who killed my brother and besmirched our family name?…My brother's noble reputation?…And tried to murder my wife?" Sutton stared.
"And led your Claudia…And I guess, your Myka to the Dark Side…" Myka sighed…
"Not all that hard." Lattimer, coolly. Emerging from the shadows just ahead…Jinks and two other agents behind him…All with guns raised.
"Thanks." Myka eyed him. "And I'm sure you were a great help to them fighting him off." Glare…
Prick…
God…I killed for love of this guy?...What was I thinking?...Was I delusional or what?
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