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The two hastened ahead.
"Mr. Warden!" Raoul called, once again waving the hankie. "Mr. Warden! You don't know me, but--" James M. Warden faced them.
Raoul had the sudden impression that he'd been mistaken; that the news anchor did indeed know them and that they weren't at all a welcome sight. Warden's expression was cold, dire.
The Little One halted so abruptly that Raoul tumbled over him.
"Hostile? Why should he be hostile--"
Warden turned to Cato. "Captain, those two men over there. I recognize them. They are members of the cyborg's mercenary team!"
Cato looked, saw them, recognized them. The captain shouted for his men, started forward.
Raoul was caught out in the open, nowhere to run.
This called for desperate measures. He reached into his handbag for his lipstick ....
At that moment, the limo's jets fired.
Captain Cato whipped around, began issuing orders. "Clear the area! Get His Majesty to safety!"
The Royal Guard instantly sprang to action. The ring of steel expanded outward, firmly, determinedly pressing people out of the way. The Royal Limo started to lift off the ground.
Raoul and the Little One thankfully mingled with the excited crowd, let the mob pick them up and sweep them away, back to the relative safety of the scaffolding.
The Adonian heaved a sigh of relief. "Ah, nothing to worry about now
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