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Petrie's widened in shock and horror.

"Listen to me," I said. "Lars, we have no fight here. None.You can't win, and he doesn't expect you to.You're nothing but compost and cannon fodder to him."

"Yeah? And what the hell am I to you?" he demanded, and shoved me backward. "I watched four Wardens die while Djinn ripped them apart, and where were you? Screwing one of them. You don't care about us, any of us. Don't pretend we're the same." The fire whip formed in his hand again, and I moved my right foot back for better stability as I tried to anticipate which way I needed to dodge. He trailed the whip on the ground, snaking it this way and that, hissing the burning edges of it over stones. A tiny alarmed crab scuttled out of a tide pool and toward the sea. A second later, the whip touched the pool and turned it into steam, baking whatever was unlucky enough still to be trapped there.

"I'm not your enemy," I said, and held out empty hands toward him. "Come on, man. Let's not do this."

Petrie, like Deborah, was a post-traumatic survivor of the Djinn attacks. I didn't know what had happened to him, but I remembered that the review team had removed him from his duties, and that Miriam, the head of the internal security team of the Wardens, had put in precautions...

Petrie had a fail-safe in his brain. Dammit. Standard Earth Warden procedure was to put a two-stage fail-safe in place. The first one stunned, and the second one killed. If I knew the stun code...

But I didn't. And I had no time to find out, because even if Lars was damaged and irrational, he was one hell of a master of that whipping loop of fire. It flared at me without warning, and I dropped to a crouch. That saved my neck, most likely; he'd been aiming to decapitate me, and I felt the scorching heat as the living flame snaked over my head.

I lunged forward and pulled up seawater with both hands, forming a massive wave that shattered over the rocks and hit Lars from behind, sending him flying and dousing his fire whip in a hot blast of steam.

I threw myself on his chest as he sprawled on top of the rocks. "Stop!" I screamed at him, and banged his head against the rock. "Stop fighting me!" I put a forearm over his chest to hold him down as he struggled. My arm was bloody and torn from the fight, dripping on his chest, and I felt savage. So much for the black torch being responsible for all my darkness; Bad Bob had been right, I'd had some of it all along.

And I always would.

He got an arm free and put it to use by landing a right hook to my jaw - but not hard enough to break free, or to break my bones.

"Just stop," I said. "Please stop." I didn't know if I was talking to Lars Petrie, or to myself.

I let Petrie go, and he sat up, exultant triumph lighting up his plain, middle-aged face. I backed away.

I heard a dry, ironic sort of clapping behind me. "Impressive." Bad Bob's voice. "Damn if you aren't still a do-gooder, after all this effort." Petrie's face twisted in fury, and his fire whip formed in his hand, then snapped toward me.

From directly behind me, Bad Bob said, "Duck."

I did. Well, I was going to do that anyway.

A sheet of ice the thickness of a razor slashed through the air, spinning like a saw blade.

It sliced feathering hairs from the top of my head, bit into Petrie's neck, and kept on spinning.

I gasped as Petrie's hot blood splashed over me in a wave. That blade hadn't been aimed at me.

It had been intended for Petrie. I whirled around while Petrie was still falling.

Bad Bob was sitting in a battered deck chair behind me, right out in the open, on top of a pile of rocks that I'd have sworn had been empty a few seconds before. He grinned and waved at me, and made a discus-throwing motion. "Hell of a shot, eh? I should turn pro." Petrie's head and body hit the stones separately, spattering me with even more blood.

I couldn't turn to look. I didn't dare take my gaze away from Bad Bob, who was no illusion, not this time. He was here. Within striking distance.

Victory was at hand... for one of us.

"You look tired," Bad