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The plu and reeking The ss, the art classroom, and the dor in theHe had occupied the office of the school shrink, a place where in the old days Drake had standing appoint

Do you still drea animals, Drake?

No, Doc, I drea you

The office was an ar rifles with scopes to handguns, were laid out on a table He kept theuns he carried on hiuns: there was no one Drake trusted The a, rested behind the ceiling tiles and in air-conditioning vents

Drake sat watching a DVD on the plasma screen he’d stolen The reat Drake had the volu panes of glass So he didn’t at first hear Diana’s voice when she said, “He wants you”

Drake turned, sensing her presence He flicked his tentacle arave him his nickname, Whip Hand, and turned off the set “What do you want?” he demanded with a scowl

“He wants you,” Diana repeated

Drake loved the fear in her eyes Tough-chick Diana: snarky, sarcastic, superior Diana Scared Diana Scared of him and what he could do to her

“Who wants me?”

“Caine He’s up”

“He’s been up before,” Drake said

“He’s back Mostly He’s back and he wants you and Bug”

“Yeah? Well, I’ll get there when I get there” He flicked his whip and turned the set back on “Great, now I missed the best part Where’s the remote? I can’t reithout the remote”

“You want me to tell Caine to wait?” Diana asked innocently “No probleo tell him you’re too busy to see him”

Drake took a deep breath and glared at her Slowly the whipto wrap around her neck