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blood. His eyes, once full of fury, were now full of shock.
    “It will never heal,” Stark said, his voice soft. “You’ll have a scar there forever, to remind you each time you look in the mirror that you failed to capture me, for yours will be an ugly scar to symbolize the evil you seek to enable.” The blade vanished from his hand. Stark’s eyes fluttered up, as if remembering something. “ That’s where it came from,” he muttered to himself. Athos was still shocked to a great degree, unable to ponder the curious choice of words from his nemesis.
    Porthos found himself alone. He folded his arms across his chest and glared at Stark. “Going to cut me up too, Stark? I thought you didn’t approve of violence.”
    “Sadly, the three of you do , though not so much as your boss.” Stark looked thoughtful again, as if remembering something else. “Porthos, listen to me. You need to stop this. You know what you’re doing is wrong. Ask yourself why so many Aliomenti have left for the Alliance. They know it’s wrong, too. Eventually, you’ll be left all alone with your blessed Leader, still trying to conspire to protect the world from exposure to knowledge that might save it.”
    Porthos face remained stony. “I’m a man of my word, Stark, unlike you. When I swear Oaths for life, I don’t form groups for the purpose of violating those Oaths. I follow through with them. How can anyone trust you at your word, Stark? Do the people who work for you understand that you’re a liar?”
    “The Oaths I swore long ago are not the Oaths you enforce today, Porthos. The words and intent — and more importantly, the penalties for violations — have changed so dramatically that I no longer recognize them. I continue to uphold what I originally vowed to uphold. I never agreed to uphold anything new or changed without asking my renewed consent. And therefore, I withdrew my consent.”
    “Smooth words, Stark,” Porthos snarled. “Spin it however you want, but you’re going to be imprisoned for your crimes.”
    “How can that be, Porthos? I’m leaving now. How do you propose to find me?”
    “Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Stark, but I can track your Energy scent better than any bloodhound.”
    Stark merely shrugged. “Perhaps, Porthos. Then again, that ability has never been of much use against me in the past, has it?” Stark smiled, and the look on his face chilled Porthos. He heard the approaching transport craft. Could he possibly stall Stark long enough?
    “Yes, Porthos, you’ll keep looking for me, and you’ll find me occasionally, but you’ll never win this war. You’re on the wrong side of all of this, both the philosophy and the punishments. You know I won’t injure you or kill you, though you give me and my people no such quarter. But the day will come when the inevitable will happen, and you’ll wish you’d listened to me today. Your regrets will be such that you’ll be the one quivering on the ground.” He glanced at Aramis, who was still writhing in pain from the anguish inflicted on his mind, and Porthos thought he saw a brief flicker of compassion for the Hunter’s suffering.
    “The only one who’ll be lying on the ground writhing in pain will be you, Stark,” Porthos hissed. “Your day is coming.”
    A wistful look came to Stark’s face, as if of a distant memory. “Yes, perhaps it is,” he mused. Then his focus returned, and he fixed Porthos with a stare as the transport craft touched down behind the Hunter, in full sight of Will Stark. The doors of the craft opened, and men spilled out of the openings, racing toward the fugitive. “Best to be prepared, isn’t it?” Stark asked, watching as his would-be captors moved toward him with growing speed.
    The hilt of Athos’ sword slammed down on the back of Stark’s head, staggering him. Stark stumbled toward Porthos. The Hunter seized his own short sword, and as Stark fell forward, Porthos slammed the blade into the fugitive up to the