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"How should I *gasp* know where they are? *gasp* I don't have any*gasp*thing to do with them."
"Now, Professor, dis one was seen leavin' da premises wit'in da last day or so. Dese Jamokes are known to be old pals of yours. Don't be dis-in-gen-u-ous,' Pro-fes-sor'." He sneered at me, a facial tic making his left eye quiver.
"Youse educated types make me sick, thinkin' that yer better than da rest of us. Youse pricks need a lesson or two.:"
A commotion came form the direction of my bedroom. Bickle looked over, irate.
"Hey, youse clowns! WTF's so fuckin' funny, Hah?"
Nicky's voice came down the hall- "This guy's got a framed replica of the Constitution on the wall, next to an autographed picture of Gonzo the Great.!"
Bickle burst into laughter, tears running down his stubbly cheeks; I made my move, lurching painfully to my feet and lunging for the open box on my table; as my hand gripped the butt of my Glock, Mehitabel, I felt something impact with my head and shoulders. And shatter. I was vaguely aware that it was the chair Bickle had been sitting in.
"Nice try, Sunshine", he said as I fell to floor again, jarring my chin on the edge of the table on the way down, "but not good enough."
He called out to his comrades "Hey, you Mooks, gedoudhere; time ta get down to business."
"Quite right, you boorish Yahoo" came a familiar and welcome voice from the doorway. I painfully turned my head in that direction.
It was Philm Phan, in her black leather catsuit. With her was a blondish man with a vaguely-familiar face.
"If you would be so kind, and wise, as to step away from Professor Bernstein, and put down your weapon, this can be settled amicably", she said, but this was belied by the cold flinty look in her eyes.
Bickle chose to raise his Sig, as Nicky and Masterless entered the room from the bedroom hallway.
(TBC)
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