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exposed. Her bald lover thrust with the energy of a college boy as sweat stuck to his shirt. It wasn’t clear who was moaning and who was grunting, but the couple was totally oblivious to their audience.
    They, and what they were doing, were poster children for everything he’d hated since the desecration of El Yunque had begun.
    He took the blade from his slacks, moved to within three feet of the man. “Are you having fun?”
    The woman screamed at the sound of his voice, as the man backed away from her, grabbing desperately for his khaki shorts. The man hadn’t turned to face him, but yelled, “What the hell are you doing, you pervert. Can’t we even have a little privacy?”
    The balding man finally got his shorts partially up around his thighs and turned toward him, woody still throbbing.
    “You can have all you want, forever.”
    Swinging effortlessly, he severed the man’s right hand. His victim looked at the stub in disbelief, then screamed. He pivoted, then reversed his position, swung again, hacking off the lover’s manhood. The tourist screamed again as he drove the blade through his heart. He pulled it out, and watched him tumble to the floor. With a kick of his foot, he sent the man down two steps, and then watched as he dropped to the bottom, some thirty-five feet below. He turned back to the fat woman, grinning.
    Her mouth moved, but nothing came out. She looked at the blade, then to the blood dripping to the floor. Her wide, hazel eyes captured his with a pathetic, unspoken plea. He never gave the look, or her unspoken request, a second thought, as he raised the blade over his head. He plunged it through the base of her neck, twisted, and did it again. She covered her throat with her pudgy hand and fell to the stone floor, making gurgling sounds he’d not heard before, not even from the others. His heart raced even faster at the sound. It was . . . erotic.
    Finally, after she’d grown silent, he started down the steps. Then he was struck with another thought and hurried back to her. He raised the rapier and swung it four more times.
    Moving quickly, he exited the tower, knowing he’d evolved to the next level and relishing the transformation. And more importantly, he had won another battle.
    There would be more.

Chapter-7
     
    Chloe Franson glanced over at Josh Corner just as the Gulfstream GV5 pitched left; causing her to lose control of the cell phone. It shattered as it hit the wall that was at a forty-five degree angle lower than where it had been a few seconds prior. She heard a quick, sharp scream, and then realized it had come from her.
    “Hey. You afraid of a little turbulence?” grimaced Josh.
    “Ya bet yer arse,” she managed. Her Irish cadence became more prevalent when she was emotional.
    “Me too.”
    She smiled, even though she felt like her insides were somewhere on the outside. It was just like Special Agent Corner to try to help ease her fear. The world needed more men like him.
    The jet righted itself, and the ride continued, resembling more of an 1800s-wagon-trail jaunt than a modern-day jet flight. She let out the breath she’d been jealously protecting.
    Josh touched her arm. “You’re going to have to pay for that phone when we get back to the office. Those are expensive. Something else I can blame on Williams too.”
    “You get my arse back to the home office in one piece, and I’ll buy ya two of ‘em.”
    “Deal. And remind me to shoot the weatherman too.”
    The plane dropped again, pitching to the right this time. Chloe gripped the armrest and felt her fingers dig deep. She leaned back against the seat with closed eyes, perspiration forming on her lip. The plane leveled out again and was abruptly very steady.
    She looked at Josh from her peripheral. “You’re gonna have to beat me to shooting that loser.”
    “Okay. We’ll shoot him twice.”
    The weather report was a little sketchy for later in the day, but the trip to Lansing took less than two hours from