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noticed the tall, rickety tripod standing in the middle of the
alley.
Then the sun went off in my face.
Actually, the blast of illumination seemed even brighter
than sunlight, and it blinded me instantly. I threw both arms
over my face just as a hand grabbed my shoulder and shoved me
into the wall. There was a loud crack that probably would have
sounded like a soft phuit to a human, then the clack of wood
bouncing off brick. It took me a second to realize that Decker
had shot his damn spike gun at us, but had fortunately missed.
Beau--it was Beau that had me, I could tell by his scent
--jerked me, stumbling, back in the direction we came. "Let's
get the hell out of here before he reloads!"
As he was dragging me around the corner, I heard a sharp
sputtering roar as a motorcycle started up back in the alley. A
moment later, the bike screamed by. Decker, apparently, was
making good his getaway before our eyes recovered.
"What the hell was that?" I cried, rubbi
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