I bring the .45 up as I whirl and crouch, instantly looking for a shooter. But the damn green gas is still too thick for me to see further than ten feet away.
"Hericane!" Even as the word leaves my lips, the red beams of three laser gun-sights zip over and land on my chest.
A man's voice booms from across the room. "Nobody move!" He's a smart guy, targeting me instead of bulletproof Hericane. Now he's got all the leverage he needs.
"Don't worry, Bonnie." I hear Hericane drop the dead chimp behind me. "I got this."
One of the laser sights hops off my chest, and a warning shot blows past my left ear. "I repeat, do not move!" says the same guy as before.
At which point, I recognize his voice. "Watt?" And I can't believe it.
Booted feet scuff toward us, and three dark figures c
