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ordinary-looking chubby woman; this man was extremely muscular, with a strong
face like a Nordic god's, his pure blond hair neatly cut in a military trim.
Behind him lurked two large black shapes that looked somehow inhuman, but
whose features were impossible to determine in the near total darkness of the
alley. One thing was clear, though from the blinking little lights all three
wore belts similar to the one the woman had worn. This, then, was the true
enemy.
Knowing it was hopeless, he turned again to watch the scene in the square.
More footsteps now, and the seedy-looking man leaning on the lamppost
stiffened, then stepped back into a doorway for a moment. In another minute,
Moosic saw Marx walk nervously into the square from his right and look around.
He appeared alone and unarmed.
The twin personalities inside the Neumann body con-verged in an emotional
rage. He glanced back briefly at the mysterious blond man, and noted with the
professional's eye that his captor was looking less at him than at the scene
in the square. The time agent was larger and more powerful than Neumann, but
if he could just idly get one step back, just one step, that might not mean a
thing. Pretending to watch what was going on in the square, he measured the
distance and moves out of the comer of his eye.
Quickly he lunged around, his knee coming up and hitting the blond man
squarely in the balls. The man in black cursed in pain and doubled over,
dropping his strange-looking pistol. Quickly Moosic rolled, picked up his own
pistol, and was out of the alley and to his right.
"Heir Marx! It's a trap! Drop to the ground!" he shouted.
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Marx was about ten feet from Sandoval, and at the noise and yell he froze and
turned to look back in utter confusion. Sandoval reached into his pants and
pulled out a gun, while behind Moosic, in the alley, two strange figures ran
out into the light. Two figures out of nightmare.
They seemed to be almost like living statues, black all over, although they
seemed to wear nothing except the time belts, their skin or whatever it was
that was glistening like polished black metal. Their features were
gargoyle-like, the stuff of nightmares in any age. Both had auto-matic rifles
in their hands.
They had, however, overrun Moosic, who unhesitat-ingly brought up the pistol
and fired at them. The strange pistol seemed to chirp rather than explode, but
a tiny ball of light leaped from it and struck one of the creatures in the
back. There was a scream, and the thing collapsed in pain.
At the same moment, a dark figure came up behind Sandoval. "Don't move or
you're a dead man," Dawn said, rifle trained on him, this time with the
setting on lethal charge. The man froze, then slowly turned, looking for an
opening.
At the same time, the remaining gargoyle turned to fire at Neumann, but the
other man in the square, whom they'd all taken to be Marx, turned and fired a
bright blue ray that enveloped the creature. The thing's body shimmered, and
then vanished, leaving only a scorch mark on the ground and an acrid, burning
odor.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Sandoval turned to look directly at his
captor.
"Vas ist.
. . ." he began, confused, and she stopped him. She did not remember him
consciously, but something came from deep inside her.
"Moosic,"
she responded, and fired. He flared as had the creature, again blinding her.
She smelled him, though, and dropped to the ground just in case there was any
more danger.
Back in the alley, Eric Benoni started to take aim at the figure who had
pretended to be Marx, but some sixth sense warned him and, instead, he quickly
pressed his "Home" key and vanished.
Herb, dressed in period clothes and with a false set of whiskers, ran to the
alley, but he only met Faouma there. "Missed the bastard by a hair," she
grunted and cursed.
Herb gave her a sharp look. "Neumann's already on the run. Let's collect our
own and get the hell out of here. This was much too easy."
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