Undine fired two rounds as Pogo squirted her with the Sabre 5.0, and the second bullet tore through him. Makani couldn’t believe he stayed on his feet, but he launched himself at Undine, struggled with her for possession of the pistol, as Bob attacked her from behind. The gun fired again, and the sound seemed to pierce Makani’s heart, arrested her breathing, for she was certain he was dead, shot at such close range. But it was the woman who dropped, still holding the weapon, as Bob skittered out of the way and as Pogo staggered backward. In life, the dazzling blue eyes of both twins had appeared luminous, though the glow had been demonic. Their depthless stares were lightless now, their eyes as flat as buttons in the cold fluorescent glare. Pogo sat on the straight-backed chair, breathing hard, his left hand pressed lightly against the wound in his right shoulder. There was an exit wound, too. He said that was good. The bullet wasn’t in him. He said that made everything easier. Makani wanted to call 911, but he refused to let her, even spoke sharply to her, which he had never done before—“No!”—because there was too much at stake.
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