CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
My friends?” I said. I slammed my hands against the sides of the monitor. “Are you talking about Strike and Dizzy?”
“That’s part of the surprise, you see,” said Longworth with a chuckle. “The point is, if you surrender now, then I will spare their lives. But if you must insist on keeping up this nonsense, then prepare to be responsible for the deaths of several innocent people.”
Okay, I was starting to see the family resemblance between Longworth and Phaser. Not physically—the two couldn’t be any different—but socially. They were both sociopathic jerks who clearly got off on endangering innocent lives. It was a shame Longworth and I weren’t in the same room together, otherwise I would have bashed his ugly face in.
“Suppose I surrender,” I said. “What will happen to m
