"Put the goddamn g*n down!" Cale's voice exploded into the room, and he entered, gripping something that looked like a metal club. "Let Lysandra go, and put the g*n down!"
"Who's asking?" Morpheus asked. He didn't turn to face Cale, but his face twisted into a sneer, as though he recognized him just by his voice.
"Everyone but you," Cale hissed. "Let her go before I c***k your head open."
Lysandra shot him a worried glance. She tried to gesture with her eyes to the g*n that lay at her feet, but Cale didn't get the message. His eyes stayed on Morpheus.
"You wouldn't," Morpheus answered.
Cale raised the metal club, and Morpheus spun around, firing a shot that glanced off the edge of the weapon and went through the wall at his back. Cale recoiled at the shot and stepped backward, one han
