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down as his stomach rumbled mightily.  As for me, I m running on empty.
 Are you done here? Can you go for food?
Sin leaned back, freeing Rajani s legs,then looked over at the computer.  Yeah, that monster will be
crunching numbers for a couple more hours. We can go for Mexican and you can fill me in on what
PsyOps has put together on Pygmalion.
 Done, but only if you put going to bed on your schedule.
Sin raised an eyebrow at her.
Rajani smiled.  Telepathy is not needed to read that thought, Sinclair. She stood and pulled him up off
the couch. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she laid her head on his chest.  I actually meant you
needed some rest, but given what we re facing, security, love and happiness are not things I would deny
either one of us tonight.
Chapter 14
Damon Crowley did not let the two days he needed to heal up in the Titan s dimension go to waste. In
between his periodic checks of Coyote s progress and the occasional scouting missions to the
surrounding proto-dimensions, he worked hard. Using a small knife, he cut a cross into the nose of each
any every .45 caliber bullet in his Mac-10 clips.
When he finished the last one, he surveyed his work. He saw it was good and he smiled.
He made one last check of Coyote s cave. After the first day, Coyote had ceased needing the oxygen,
which turned out to be fortunate because it ran out soon thereafter. The intravenous drip proved equally
unnecessary within the first day. Coyote s regenerating body sucked it dry, then attacked and expelled
the needle as a foreign body.
Squatting down so he could look closely at Coyote s legs,Crowley stripped the blanket away from
them. In the half-light, he saw a number of reddish lumps dotting the man s legs as if he had the measles.
Passing his hand above them,Crowley could feel the heat as the body worked the bits and pieces of
grenade shrapnel out. At the rate with which Coyote seemed to be progressing,Crowley assumed his
body would be free of debris inside a week.
Crowleyrose up and looked at the stump protruding from the left arm of the hospital gown. Already the
stitches that had closed it had been consumed by Coyote s body, and the livid red scars had all but
disappeared. The stump had already grown past the mark on the cave wall thatCrowley had made to
measure it, and he thought he could see a bud at the end that looked akin to a fetal hand. Before long, the
occultist had nodoubt, the arm would again be whole and healthy.
 The coma.That will be the tricky part. Crowley concentrated and tried to pick up Coyote s thoughts,
but he got nothing. Coyote s brain still functioned, and had even exerted itself when the bed almost
crashed, but since his arrival in the Titan s proto-dimension, Coyote had shut down.
Crowleysmiled.  I understand that, my friend. Recover quickly. We need you. He tugged the gray
blanket up to Coyote s neck and headed back out of the cave. At the entrance, he rolled a couple of
small rocks over the opening. The irony of blocking a cave in a Mediterranean setting with stones and
hoping for the resurrection of the one inside did not escape him, though Crowley was more than willing to
grant Coyote in excess of three days and was willing to have him return as nothing more than a man.
Flexing his left arm and finding it completely healed,Crowley reached out and ripped a gaping hole
between the Titan s dimension and the Earth. He stepped through into the Terran dimension in a wooded
courtyard in the heart of Eclipse. Looking up through the leaves of the trees, he saw the black steel and
plastic panels that sucked energy from the sunlight and fed the vast desert city ofPhoenix . Existing in a
little box-canyon created byCityCenter ,Crowley  s home recalled a time when sun- light freely fell on the
city.
Two huge canine beasts came out of the two-story house and stood at the top of the stairs on the back
porch. Colored like Doberman pinschers, but with the size and wiry pelt of Irish Wolfhounds, the
red-eyed dogs bared their fangs and growled a menacing caution at him. Each dog tensed, ready to
spring and tear him apart.
Crowleyremained rooted in the midst of the white-stone ocean that dominated the courtyard.  Kara,
Amhas, it is only me. He did not move, but let his voice reassure them.
The two dogs sniffed the air, then leaped from the porch and landed in a spray of stones. As they
bounded forward,Crowley dropped to one knee and greeted each dog with a hug. Thumping them
heavily on their flanks, he stood and let them escort him to the back door. He opened it, not being
surprised that it was unlocked and that his belongings had remained unmolested in his absence. The last
trespasser to enter his property had done so on a dare from another gang member. He escaped with his
life, but earned the nickname  Kid Alpo.
Crowleyquickly descended the stairs to the basement. He opened a utility closet then hit a hidden switch
at the rear of it. The back wall withdrew into the ceiling to reveal a collection of weapons both
comprehensive and deadly. From the spot above the Mac-10 s outline, he took down the heavy,
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