<P>Down the stairs came Maggie Chow.
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<P>Her face contorted beneath shock, then anger. In her hand was a gun.
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<P>She was beautiful.
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<P>She was a demon, born from the fires of all that might be called Hell.
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<P>Dominic walked to her - Though it seemed much too fast to be a walk, for he was before her in seconds - And the gun was in his hand. He fired into her. She crumpled as bodies do when they are emptied of life.
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<P>Men came, dressed in black and gray, their arms filled with tools of slaughter. They were armored and helmeted. They were MJ12. Bishop knew it when he saw them.
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<P>He went to them, quickly, in blurs. They shot at him, and perhaps hit him, for he was quickly drenched in red. He bled and he felt pain as men do and he thought as a man does and reacted as a man might, but Dominic Bishop, in all his flesh and blood, in his flood of motion through which he spilled the life fluids of his attackers, was not a man. He was not a human, though he before thought he was, and this came to him then as his revelation, his better understanding of everything at once, and yet, all at the same time, an encore of complications struck him.
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<P>They struck him so that he staggered from their force, so that he collapsed to his knees.
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<P>And yet it only calmed him.
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<P>His eyes watered and spilled tears. He was without his plague of pain. He was without the blue face that had been crippling him for so long. What he had to do was before him. What he had done and what he had once been vanished behind him as though part of him had wholly left altogether.
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<P>He took the Dragon's Tooth from its pedestal (tucked in the hidden chambers of Miss Chow's apartment, which were then empty), and was gone.