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352 pages, Paperback
First published December 3, 2013
Forcing me behind him, Egon pulled a huge wad of cash from his pocket. He slapped Rubric across the face with it, and tucked it away. “Oh, terribly sorry. I don’t seem to have any money either.” His emotionless face dared Rubric to disagree. “Whatever shall we do now, bro?” Egon slammed Art into the lockers. They banged like thunder. (p.143)
Egon stood motionless, radiating a cloud of gorgeous. (p. 144)
“We don’t need no stinking passwords,” Bobby said in a really bad cyberpunk accent. (p. 270)
"Each Psi Weapon is unique. Some disrupt your ooponent's perception. Others affect their memory or distort their reasoning. All tug at emotion in one form or another."
Why are you out in this empty hall all by yourself when I'm alone in this dark and dreary lab? Are you stalking me? 'Cause if you are, I'm okay with it.
The Psi Fighters are nothing like comic book superheroes. We're more like awesome vigilantes. We practice the Mental Arts, which are like martial arts with extra caffeine and awesome sauce.