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"Watch the doors!" Marcone ordered. His guards took up firing positions twenty feet away from the elevator doors.

Holmes still looked at his clear green drink as he swirled it around.

Okay, Revan thought as he held onto the elevator door's frame. Party time.

He charged his hands with Lightning Dust and triggered the doors to open. When they did, Revan raised his arms to the dozen men with guns, feinting surrender.

"Hello!" He crossed the threshold slowly, as to not alarm the firing line. "Looking for The Detective--Oh, there you are, Mister Brains. Don't ask aboot tha nickname it was Miss Ripper's idea."

Miss Ripper, James calculated who she was. ''Miss Hart. I suppose I ought to be flattered, she called me 'Brains'. Oh well...''

"Where is the girl?" Marcone demanded to know, still sitting in his chair.

"Which one?" Revan answered. "There are a bunch o' scared ones downstairs."

"The bloodied one with the knives."

"As far as I know, she's eating chocolate..."

And on 'er way to give me a good shot at you...

"She should be up in twenty."