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Now, something had let him out.

He held up a data-slate. On it: resurrection logs. John Proudheart had been reborn ninety-seven times in the last six hours. Each copy had a different mission. Kill a diplomat. Sabotage a gate. Whisper a phrase into the ear of a sleeping child. xforce 2021

When Quentin attacked—claws of solid psionic rage—Hank didn’t fight back. He pressed a button. Now, something had let him out

Quentin Quire found the first copy.

Before Quentin could deploy his diamond shroud, the clone detonated his own skull. The psychic feedback didn’t kill Quentin—but it scrambled his memories for 4.7 seconds. Long enough for another John to step from the shadows and plant a kiss on his forehead. John Proudheart had been reborn ninety-seven times in

John finally turned. Tears streaked his dirt-smeared face. “I know.”