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beefy man clenched and unclenched his fists as he glared at the muscular
man.

I'd better go get Papa out of the office, she thought. Their argument
looks like it's about to get ugly.

Liz turned toward the door marked Employees Only.

"He's got a gun!" Maria screeched.

Liz spun back toward the dining room. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
No. Oh no. That's all she could think. Over and over.

The muscular man held a gun to the beefy man's head. "You won't need any
money if you're dead," he said. His voice was calm. Calm and cold.

Click.

The muscular man cocked the gun.

Liz wanted to run, she wanted to scream for help, but she was paralyzed.
Her mouth refused to open. Her legs refused to move.

The beefy man gave a howl of fury. He launched himself across the table at
the muscular man.

An eardrum-shattering explosion rocked the room.

Liz flew off her feet. She hit the wall behind her, then slumped to the
ground.

She felt something warm and wet gushing across her stomach, soaking into
her uniform.

"There's so much blood," Liz heard Maria cry.

But she sounded so far away.

So far...

***

Max sprang up from his seat in the booth. Instantly Michael grabbed him by
the arm and jerked him back into his seat.

"Let go of me," Max cried. "Liz could be dying. What are you doing?"

"No, what are you doing?" Michael tightened his grip on Max's arm. "Are
you planning to heal her in the middle of a. restaurant? Why not just send
the government an invitation -- hi, I'm here, why don't you come on over