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to have the same effect on him that adrenaline had on human beings.

Red wasn’t mad at him. Red was helping him out.
That was good.

The door, that booby-trapped super-steel door that Morguson had been so proud of, swung open, and
Stan Morguson stepped out, hands on his head. He blinked at the bright sunlight, took a moment to
locate his opponents.

“Well, at least it took three of you,” Morguson said at last.

The Captain took a breath, planning to say something about doing whatever was needed in the name of
justice, but he hesitated—was it the right thing to say?

And before he could decide, Swift said, “Hey, it was a slow night, you know?”

Red laughed; the Captain hesitated again, then he, too, chuckled heavily. He supposed that the
incongruity of Swift’s casual remark, after a life-and-death struggle against a brutal killer, was humorous.
Or perhaps it was just a relief of tension.

“All right, Morguson,” he said. “Let’s go.”

“I’ve got the law waiting down the block, Captain,” Swift said.

“And that reporter from Channel Nine, I see,” Red remarked. He winked at Swift.

The Captain turned, and spotted three police cars and the Channel 9 news van, all stopped in the street
just fifty yards away. He tried to brush the powdered concrete off his armor as he walked toward the
clustered vehicles.

Morguson didn’t put up any resistance; he kept his hands on his head as he marched along the sidewalk.

The Captain glanced at him. “Glad to see you know when to quit,” he said.

“Hey, I’m not stupid,” Morguson said. “I don’t want to mess with any super-aliens. Everyone knows
about you and the Church of Doom, and I heard what you did to the Dickerson monster. I saw on TV
what happened to that guy with the laser gun last week, too.”

“That was an accident,” the Captain protested.

Morguson shrugged. “Well, I don’t want any accidents happening to me, thanks. Better I should hope for
a friendly jury.”

Red smiled; he always liked it when the bad guys were sensible. There wasn’t any fun in bringing in a
raving loon. And the Captain was always so serious about everything—maybe extraterrestrials didn’t
have any sense of humor?

But then, it was hard to think of a guy like the Captain as an alien. After all, he’d been raised on Earth
from infancy; he was just a regular guy.