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. Dion was facing the camera, looking right into it. The ridcam hummed ....
Raoul jabbed the needle deep into the cameraman's back. The man cried out in astonishment and pain. He dropped the camera, tumbled down to the ground, and lay there-unconscious.
And then the Little One's voice sounded in Raoul's mind.
The wrong man/He's not the one/ The assassin is-
A clenched fist slammed into Raoul's jaw, spun him around. He fell on all fours, dazed and groggy from the blow.
In front of him, on the ground, lay the cronera, still humming, lights still flashing.
Raoul flung his body on top of the vidcam. fumbling for the switch in a desperate attempt to shut it off. A savage kick drove into his rib cage. Bones cracked. Pain shot through him. A hand grabbed hold of him, flung him up and backward.
James Warden picked up the vidcam, aimed it at the king.
The Royal Guard were closing in--on Raoul. No one was paying the slightest attention to the news anchor.
Raoul tried to sit up, but the pain of the broken ribs was intense. It hurt too much to breathe, let alone move. He was vaguely aware of the Little One standing over him, saw the small hand emerge from the raincoat, carrying a blowgun.
The Little One put the blowgun to his lips.
Warden clapped his hand to the back of his neck, as if he'd been stung by an insect. He gave a cry of fury and outrage, fought to hold the camera steady
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