That was without factoring in any additional weapons he had.
One arm around Grue’s waist, I drew my phone from my utility compartment and dialed Genesis from my contact list.
Hey, at least this time she’s not the one driving.
“Genesis here. What?”
“Mannequin en route to my territory for some kind of revenge against me for our last fight. How fast can you pull a body together?”
A minute or so, judging by last time?
“Two minutes.”
Yeah, that’s fair.
“He’ll be there in five. Clear people out of the way, and put together a form that can take a beating and hamper him.”
“On it.”
Sounds like a plan.
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