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A Realization in Time Saves Nine


The bullets zinged passed him like angry hornets after a bear. Max stood there looking about the scenery, assessing the situation. Suki was firing the godhammer back at the pack of hellhounds down one hallway, while Mags did her dance among two dozen no-named mooks with the katana sending body parts parcel post.

He brought his hand to his face, staring intently at it. He took the pointing finger from his right hand and slowly brought it to the palm of the left, and he could feel the soft tissue and he pressed a little harder and saw his finger disappear into his hand. Like a magician amused at a parlor trick he did it a few times.

"I knew it," Max muttered, looking up at the ceiling, as if looking up from a table-top. "Show yourself, you bastiche."