Seven turned around and around, but no matter which way he looked, there were more of them. He was completely surrounded, and all the other agents as well. He pulled out his dual pistols and shot at them. They didn’t even try to dodge, just floated there placidly, seemingly unaffected.
They were illusions. But that didn’t help matters much, because his quarry looked exactly like every duplicate. How she had managed to create such convincing doubles was something he didn’t have time to fathom, but it was undoubtedly impressive.
Dozens upon dozens of white-robed women walled him in on all sides, and emitted light from every angle. Thankfully, his goggles deflected it, but it was extremely disconcerting to be presented with so many enemies that looked exactly the same.
Being confronted wit
