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possible moves.

Daku just grinned. The blood from his lip stained his jowls a dark purple,
giving him a feral look. He pivoted around, spraying deadly fire as he
moved. But Jack had already jumped six feet to the left. A shielding table
melted into a puddle of plastic which smoked and a choking smell filled the
air.

Daku crouched, believing he was out of Jack’s sight, and mopped his lip
with the back of his hand. He checked the charge in his gun. Jack watched
him uneasily, knowing that he could end it all right there except that he was
against shooting a man in the back, and he wanted to know why he was a
target.

Jack dove for his enemy. He barreled into the assassin, sliding him out
onto the floor. “Who hired you? Who did it?” He knew it was a mistake the
moment he wrapped arms about the other. Daku bunched his shoulders
and Jack felt the massive strength of the other as the killer’s muscles flexed.
He wasn’t going to be able to hold on long enough to save his life.
 Daku twisted a forearm up, palm laser glinting in the half-light of the bar.
He fired, twice, the laser fire scorching Jack with its heat—and piercing
Daku’s own skull.

“Dammit,” Jack whispered hoarsely. “Who hired you!” The light faded
from scornful eyes before Daku could answer. Jack let go.

The blonde was at his side before the body finished bouncing. “Let’s get
out of here,” she nudged him. “This neighborhood has too much class to
take this kind of action quietly. The Sweepers will be all over us.”

Outside, in the hover taxi, he finally took a breath. “What made you
follow me?”

“Are you kidding? Wash out day and you’re not with me trying to find
out what’s happening to Bogie?” She wrinkled her nose, suddenly looking
like the street urchin she’d recently been, and much younger than her
made-up face would indicate. “C’mon. I’m not psychic for nothing. Besides,
Daku’s gone out of his way to ignore you for the last six weeks… now he
gets chummy? So I knew that you had gone fishing and decided to see what
you’d reeled in. What do you think? Assassin or just someone trying to
eliminate competition for the Guard?”

Jack took a disposable tissue from the hover taxi dashboard and held it
out to her. “I think you’re wearing too much makeup. You look like a tart.”




CHAPTER TWO
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