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back on Hondo, taking a step away from him.
    Hondo grabbed Torky and yanked him back, grabbing the punk by his collar. “This is Chris we’re talking about. Fucking tell me, or I’m gonna take you to Panahasi and let him get the information out of you.”
    Torky glared up at Hondo, his eyes cold. “Word on the street is, the guy from the other night is Gammy’s brother Leam. He found out where Chris lives. I don’t know anything else.” Hondo released the fucker and took off running. If Leam did something to Chris…he couldn’t think like that. Chris was smart.
    He’d find a way to escape.
    Hondo didn’t bother knocking. He walked around to the back of the house and entered the shadows, walking straight into Chris’s bedroom.
    The house was silent.
    Chris was nowhere to be found.

    * * * *
    “Come, have a seat.” The large man nodded to the empty chair.
    What else could he do? Chris took a tentative step toward the table. He wasn’t sure which scenario was worse, having Leam chasing him through the city, blasting at him, or having a seat with these five menacing looking men, not knowing what their intentions were.
    Chris noticed the playing cards on the table and relaxed a fraction.
    As he made his way across the room, the door he’d just entered through came crashing open. Leam stood there glaring at him, his chest heaving in anger.
    “What the fuck is going on here?” The large man’s lips thinned in irritation.

    Chris’s eyes darted around for an escape. He spotted a door on the other side of the room. Chris shot across the room and into a restaurant. Shit, he was in Malcor’s Melting Pot, the fancy restaurant everyone took their dates when trying to impress them.
    He didn’t care what business those men had in the back room or why they were at Malcor’s. He just wanted out. Chris shot out of the front door, slamming hard into a passerby.
    “ Umf .” He fell on his ass. Chris shook his head, thinking the passerby must have been made of brick from the impact he felt.
    “Hey, are you okay?” A man with a concerned look on his face reached down, pulling Chris to his feet.
    “I gotta go,” Chris squeaked, seeing Leam running through the restaurant after him. Where the hell was a warrior when you needed one? Or better yet, where the hell was Hondo? Geez, just because he told the guy to go away didn’t mean he had to listen to him.
    “Come on.” The man grabbed Chris’s arm and took off running.
    They headed down King Kennedy, in the opposite direction of the warriors’ apartment building. Chris noticed this but was too busy worrying about Leam to turn around.
    Why is this man running with me?
    “This way,” the guy shouted over his shoulder.
    Chris followed him down Granger, realizing too late that it was a dead end. He ran in circles, panicking as Leam came around the corner. “He’s gonna kill us,” Chris cried out as he jumped up and down frantically. He’d never had his speed taken from him and wasn’t too sure how long it would be before it came back to him.
    Even if it did, he couldn’t leave the other guy here.
    “No he’s not. By the way, I’m Snooke,” the man introduced himself. He gave Chris a slight nod and then headed toward Leam.
    Was Snooke crazy? Leam could project energy blasts. “Wait!” Chris ran to stop the man from committing suicide.
    “Stay back,” he warned.

    “He can—” Chris hit the ground when saw Leam clapped his hands together, discharging a blast toward Snooke.
    Snooke raised his arms, deflecting the blast. Chris lay there stunned, watching as the glowing green energy blast circled around Snooke’s hands and then crackled like lightning toward the ground.
    Why wasn’t the man harmed?
    Leam stared wide-eyed at Snooke, his mouth hanging open. Chris felt the same way.
    “Get the hell out of here,” Snooke shouted angrily at Leam.
    Leam spun around and then took off.
    “Who the hell are you?” Chris walked cautiously toward