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Ilene fought her first instinct to run. Her
second was to turn around and throw a fireball. She did neither.
She kept going.
“I’ve got a gun,” the voice said. “And I’ll
use it. I know you two can stop bullets, but I’m betting you can’t
do it from this range. Not all of them. Not in time.”
He had a point. The voice was right behind
them, no more than five feet away. Too close. She stopped, freezing
in place. Beside her, Michael did the same.
“Right decision,” the man said. “Don’t turn
around. Stay exactly the way you are until I tell you to move. And
don’t try any funny stuff, magic stuff. You won’t be able to stop
all my bullets from this close. Besides I got someone here who can
counter anything you try.”
That alone intrigued Ilene so much she almost
turned around
