Normally, Dean would have loved to spend a minute or two watching ‘Stony’ beat the crap out of Hybrid. He did linger just long enough to see Hybrid fire blue glue at Stony, but even though the blue glue was a direct hit, it didn’t even slow down the operating table. Neither John nor Cleo turned out to be of much help, either. The two of them just stood rooted in place, staring at the animated operating table with their mouths hanging open.
Instead, Dean made his way to the periphery of the room and clung to the walls. He ignored the stomping of Stony’s feet, the sound of its fists smashing into the floor, and the screams of terror from the assistants and the angry curses coming from Hybrid’s mouth, punctuated by the occasional splurt of freshly fired blue glue.
No, Dean’s eyes were fixe
