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Rakak considered this. “And what would you suggest, Mr–?”
“Call me John Smith.”
“Mr Smith, then.”
“You say 1-2-3-4 didn’t work?”
“Yes, it’s clearly too simple for Bo—I mean me, but I figured it was worth a shot.”
“Have you tried 1-1-1-1?”
The thief made it to the amulet, finally. The glass tube had no real lock on it, just a simple latch. He gently lifted it open, trying not to make a sound.
“I feel like that’s worse.”
The amulet floated before him. He reached in.
“How about 2-2-2-2?”
No longer floating, he felt the weight of the amulet like a small stone in his palm. Slowly, he began to pull it out.
“I really don’t think—”
He had the amulet—grasped in his hand, held just above its glass prison.
Then something had him.
A giant fist of metal and stone clasped around Tora’s stomach and squeezed. He dropped the amulet back into the tube with a gasp, felt his body being lifted off the floor.
“Miss Bandi!” FPS cried.
“Oh I should have known,” Rakak snarled.
The thief squirmed, managing to get a better look at his assailant. His felt the sap draining from his face: it was a massive metal golem with lines of purple magic scrawled across its body.
The Time Freezing Golem.
Unlike the one in the lab, this one seemed to be operating. Where had it come from though? He noticed the stone pillar in the centre of the room—there was a door in it he hadn’t seen previously. Ugh, of course. It wasn’t a pillar, it was some kind of storage container.
“Don’t move, weed, or I’ll snap your twig friend in half,” Rakak warned. Evidently FPS had attempted something—Tora didn’t see. “Let’s see: two overgrown plants running amok in my lab, is it? You’re the ones who set off the fire alarm in Hall E, weren’t you? And raided my kitchens no doubt—I know that last sandwich didn’t have half as much ham as it should have!”
“To be fair, sir,” FPS tried. “I think you’ve maybe had too many sandwiches as is—”
“Oh shut it, who asked you?! And you—” The old asura turned on Tora. “—who
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