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Tezcahtlip had gone inside, seeking out the rare few with great power. These were held in special cells, segregated from the remainder of the population. Like Allan Porzig.
    Of Lithuanian descent, Porzig was a sorcerer. Not as powerful as Femagick had been, but sufficiently skilled to warrant his own cell and constant isolation. A cell Tezcahtlip calmly opened with keys he’d taken from a petrified guard.
    Even with his senses dulled by medication, Porzig realized something was amiss when Tezcahtlip entered the cell in a uniform dripping blood. The tribal tattoos covering Porzig’s face almost concealed the surprise he showed.
    Allan Porzig wasn’t a criminal—at least not in his own mind. He simply refused to recognize the authority of the United States government. Which meant he didn’t pay taxes. Or allow Marshal’s to serve him papers on his property. He was the master of his own domain. Or at least, he had been.
    Locked in Alcatraz for some twenty years, the sorcerer patiently drew arcane symbols on the walls of his cell, waiting for the one day some power might come into his life. His magic relied exclusively on fey power, drawn from the Earth itself. Unfortunately, Alcatraz, built on a rocky island in the San Francisco Bay, was nowhere near any fey power.
    Tezcahtlip began walking toward Porzig. The inmate immediately recognized the power inside the shapeshifter, pouring from his aura. The sorcerer slowly began to trace a symbol in the air—a symbol that he would use to draw some of that power into himself.
    Tezcahtlip extended a hand toward the inmate. Porzig’s body suddenly jerked. He heard the sounds of his own bones breaking as tremendous force crushed in on him from every direction. His body compressed to nearly half its normal size as Tezcahtlip squeezed the life out of him, telekinetically.
    Porzig’s heart stopped as it was compressed. He would have exhaled a death rattle, but the telekinetic grip was too powerful. He simply died. Then his body exploded.
    Pulled apart from multiple directions, the inmate’s body erupted, his bones flying out in every which way in a cloud of tissue and blood. As the cloud of flesh settled, only his heart remained—floating in the air exactly where it had been a moment before, surrounded by his body.
    The heart flew across the room, into Tezcahtlip’s outstretched hand. The giant lifted it to his lips and took a large bite.
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
     
     
     
     
    Chadwick Phillips had missed Argon Tower’s cafeteria. Not because it was the best he’d ever eaten in. Truth be told, in the old days it had been pretty awful, nothing like it was now. He had missed it because for almost twenty years it had been home. A place he had eaten three meals a day between missions, talking with his fellow super soldiers.
    Like Chadwick, the cafeteria was new now. It looked almost nothing like it had back in 1989 at his retirement dinner. It had been modernized, with new chairs, tables, TVs, floor tiles and even light fixtures. The food was amazingly good. The best he’d ever tasted. But maybe that was because his taste buds were new again.
    The rejuvenated electrokinetic was devouring a large plate of spaghetti, sitting by a window on the east wall of the cafeteria. Even the view at the window had changed, with development along the coast that hadn’t been there so long ago. In the old days the Florida coast here was nothing more than dense mangroves.
    “Mind if we join you?” Jimmy asked. Josie was beside him. They both carried trays with burgers, fries and ice cream on them.
    “Sure,” Chadwick said around another mouthful of delicious spaghetti. He had to hand it to Mark, when General Black was in charge, the food had never been this good.
    Josie sat across from Chadwick, with Jimmy next to her. They both seemed surprised at the volume of spaghetti this new Colonel had clearly put on his plate.
    “Jimmy and Josie, right?” Chadwick asked. He wiped his mouth then took