The face which had been hidden behind the Atlas face plate looked almost exactly like I remembered Grandfather looking, save that it was paler than usual and the mustache and beard were grown out more. But I couldn’t deny that I was looking at the face of my own grandfather, the very real face I had just been about to punch in like a piece of paper. His dull gray eyes looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read, though he didn’t seem conscious.
“Grandfather?” I said in a low voice. “Is that … is that you?”
Chaser suddenly spoke above me. “Why, yes, it is indeed Gregory Matthew McDonald, your grandfather and the man who gave you the Trickshot Watch in the first place.”
Against my will, I dropped my fist, unable to take my eyes off of Grandfather’s face. “You mean I was fighting Grand
