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This was my one hundred and sixty-eighth gate. I’d gone into orange gates many times before. I didn’t want to go into this one. It made my hair stand on end. And the presence of the funeral home wasn’t helping.
In theory, being on the mining crew was the safest part of the gate dive. Safe was a relative term. Walking across a narrow beam over molten lava was also safe, as long as you didn’t fall.
Come on over, it’s just me and my puppy having a picnic. Join us, won’t you? We are harmless, I swear. I chewed and waited. Nothing. Hard to look harmless when you are snacking on a monster the size of a moving truck and leaving a trail of bodies in your wake.
I could feel myself slowing down. He was a trained killer who spent years honing his skills, and a week ago I had to ask Google how to best debone a chicken.
It took me a minute. My nice new friend from a different world, who helped me kill an assassin from an alien planet, was determined to walk me home. Because it wasn’t safe. Gentleman Jovo. I sat on the floor and laughed.
I hammered a punch to London’s jaw. The blow took him off his feet. He flew backward and landed on his back. Yes! That felt amazing. I wished I could rewind time so I could punch him again. If only I had that power, I would just sit here and do this all day.
