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"No, sir. He charged my men and pushed them back down the stairs—"

"One man did this? Armed only with a sword?"

"Well, he had the advantage of surprise, sir. And the stairs had turned to ice—"

"Ice."

"Yes, sir. My men had a hard time getting their footing. And by the time they got back up here, well, they
were gone."

"Who was gone?"

"The knight, the girl—"

"What girl?"

"There was a girl, sir, and at least one other male, both young, my men didn't really get a good look at
them. There may have been others present, I'm not sure. I figure they must have teleported. There was
no other way out. When the elevator came back down, both Agents Silver and Whelen were on it, dead.
Detective Angelo was still alive, but he was unconscious. He was taken to the hospital. I haven't heard
any word on his condition." Gavorachek looked past him. "Oh, there's Chief Morgan, sir."

McGuire turned around to greet the chief. "Ed," he said.

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"Hello, Steve," said Morgan. He indicated the man beside him. "This is Agent Case, he's the new head of
the Bureau office in the city."

"We've met," McGuire said with a curt nod at the Bureau man. "We've got a problem here," he
continued. "The media's all over us about this, and we don't know what the hell to tell them. The
commissioner wants me to give him something yesterday, so he can make a statement, but so far, all I've
got is a massive police raid, six city blocks cordoned off, shots fired, two dead Bureau agents, and a
goddamn knight in shining armor, right out of King Arthur. If you think I'm going to the press with that,
you're nuts."
"Why don't you let us worry about a statement to the press?" said Case. "Tell the commissioner to refer
them to me and I'll take care of it. It's nothing you need to concern yourself about."

McGuire stared at him. "That's it?" he said. "That's all you're going to give me?"

Case stared at him steadily. "For the moment."

"Well, I'm afraid that's not good enough, Agent Case. Who's this guy, Cornwall?"

"A renegade adept the Bureau has been after for a long time. The I.T.C. has a special interest in this
matter. This case is international in scope, but it's somewhat sensitive. We don't need a lot of publicity."

"Well, your people should have thought of that before they staged one of the largest police raids in the