The Janus Syndrome
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I wiped my hands down the sides of my pants and looked through the glass, watching for a moment. The cops weren't doing too well; a couple of them were stretched out, and the rest were simply blasting away with no hope of hitting him.
They needed a tactical squad, and, if my guess was good, one might even be gearing up now. They didn't know what they were up against.
I did.
I dropped down and crept back to Kerry, passing on the situation as I settled down. I added, "He's going to massacre those cops unless somebody takes a bomb to him."
She looked at me. "You're offering?"
"Well, you aren't." I picked up her jacket and ripped out two Bullets, passed one to her. "There's your ticket home."
"Hoo-ha, Area Fourteen is going to have words with me." She took the Bullet, held it up to look at it. "I wasn't supposed to have that needle-spitter, you know."
"Those Enemy cats weren't supposed to have those lasers either," I said,
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