"Okay, here's what I need you to do first," Adam said in a calm voice,​ the voice of a man who had total control over every situation he found himself in. "First, I need you to kick back a little from your desk."  

     "You want me to..." 

     "No no, don't stand up. Kick away from your desk. Use your feet to...Damn!"  

     Adam turned as quick as a startled snake. He'd sensed that one of the doors had opened the slightest bit. One of Holomos' men stuck his head through a door half an inch, hoping to catch Adam Forwarder unawares. Foolish. Adam aimed his gun at the man, pulled the trigger, and the front of the man's forehead separated from the rest of his body. Even as he fell dead to the floor, four men came crashing through a door to come at Adam from another angle. They didn't fire their weapons because their boss, Victor Holomos, was in the line of fire. Adam aimed his gun in their direction. Four shots. Four pierced foreheads.  

     Well, I tried to be nice, Adam thought. 

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