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Amazingly, the voice doesn’t startle my attacker. He’s still standing with his back to me. There’s something very ballsy about his lack of concern; he’s either really self-confident or deaf.
Ignoring the voice, I continue on toward my strangely behaving target.
He still doesn’t move.
“Seriously, Darren, what in the world—”
I think I recognize the voice. It sounds like Gustav. I don’t dwell on it or turn around to verify I’m right.
Gustav, if that’s him, doesn’t get the chance to finish his monologue, because I grab the masked man in a deadly lock.
Oddly, the masked man doesn’t react in any way. Something is weird about him—a stillness that is kind of familiar.
Another masked figure materializes on our left.
“Who are you?” the figure asks. I don’t recognize his voice. “Is it Cel
