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The killers steadied their weapons- and the sound of Don Giovanni and a roaring engine filled the air as a familiar black Jag crashed through the doorway, smashing the assassins to the other side of the room.
Veruca and I had to perform some acrobatics to avoid being caught up ourselves, but nothing that we weren't familiar with.
The driver's side door opened, and out jumped a familiar tall, loose-limbed, muscular, brown- haired young brute of a man, a pair of black .45 ACPS in his hands, Don Giovanni still playing at full volume on the expensive car stereo.
"Am I too late for the party?" he said.
"Beast!" Shouted Veruca, who impulsively rushed over and hugged him, "yes, you're terribly late, but forgiven."
"Ms. Phan?" Beast said,"how could this have happened? The safe-house-"
"Never mind that," I Snapped. "Mr. Wood needs help, and the doctor-"
"Is quite dead, I'm afraid" came Ken's voice from the poor man's side.
"Damn. She-" I said, kicking L-s's corpse "WAS the secretary of Minister Britt. We can't stay here. They probably had back-up, which will be on the way, Now. But I'm not sure that we can move Mr. Wood."
"Oh Phanny, it's just a pin-prick; I've gotten worse from a starlet in the throes of passion..."
I fixed him with a stern look-normally he was the only person who could shrug them off, but not in his current condition.
Beast was our battle-field medic, so I had him start collecting what we'd need for Mr. Wood. Veruca started to figure logistics; I went to Mr. Wood's side.
"Well, Old Horror, this is a fine mess."
"Don't worry a bit, Phanny; that boy has a good head on his shoulders. I think that it's time to break the seal on Avalon."
(TBC)
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