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your eyes. All I had to do was sit back and wait by Sam's sleeping quarters. Just like clockwork, your friends here began slinking through the shadows and taking out our posted sentry. They'd have taken a swipe at me too, if I hadn't kept out of sight. So I waited and followed them down here, knowing they'd meet up with you eventually, and here you are.”
    “Here I am, Tank,” I said, tightening my grip on my sword. Sam was limp and all but passed out now in Tank's big paw. He didn't have much longer. We had to act soon. I tried to think of what Moto might be planning, how we could strike together and prevent Tank from killing Sam or Apache, but nothing seemed to come to mind.  
    Why is Apache still smiling? I wondered. It's like he's watching this whole thing unfold, as if it's a movie of the week.
    “So how's this for the big picture? I'm going to kill you and your brother tonight,” Tank said.  
    “Smart move, tough guy,” I shot back. “How do you plan on getting your hands on the Ibogaine after that?”
    “John will figure something out. He always does. Sure he'll be mad at first, but then I'll explain how it all went down and that I didn't really have a choice; how it was just me versus your three-man rescue team and I had to fight for my life.”
    A loud whizzing sound filled the air. A shiny black dart stuck in the side of Tank's neck with a sickening thump. Almost immediately afterward two more followed, hitting him smack in the chest near his heart. In his surprise, Tank opened his fist and let Sam fall to the ground. Sam crumpled into a pile at the giant man's feet, and remained still and unmoving. Tank looked confused and angry as he ripped the darts out of his chest and threw them on the ground, completely neglecting the one still sticking out of his neck, looking like a bolt on the neck of Frankenstein's monster.  
    “You son of a...,” was all Tank managed to slur as he stepped forward, his front leg buckling and causing him to topple hard to the ground with a thud.  
    “Four-man rescue team,” a man corrected, stepping out from behind a cluster of trees. He was dressed like one of John's ninjas, with his mask still on as he approached us. I held my sword up, but Moto lowered his as the man got closer. Apache smiled wider than ever, as if he'd been waiting for this ending all along. The man took off his mask to reveal a familiar face.
    “Thanks, Haki,” Moto cheered, taking him by the shoulder and shaking him. “I didn't know if you got my message.”
    “I wasn't expecting you to get here so fast,” Haki shrugged. “But it's a good thing you did. Looks like the bikers will be here as early as daybreak. I couldn't stall them any longer. Seems they're all revved up for vengeance and wanna see the kid burn.”
    “He's not winning any popularity contests lately,” Moto laughed. “That's for sure. We'll be long gone by then. You just make sure you cover your tracks and don't blow your identity. If John finds out you're working for us there is no telling what he'll do to you.”
    “I knew the risks when I volunteered,” Haki said. “I've never let you down, and I won't start now.”
    “What about him?” I asked at last, pointing to Tank.
    “Leave him,” Moto ordered. “He's out cold anyway. He won't be up for well over six hours, and even then he'll be disoriented. He took a heavy dose.”
    “We can't just leave him,” Felicity begged, looking around wildly. “He's going to keep trying to track us down and kill us. Besides, won't he know you're a double agent?”
    “He never saw my face,” Haki explained. “I made sure he was already down for the count before revealing myself.”
    “We can't murder him in cold blood, Felicity,” Moto said softly. “It just isn't right. I agree that he's a problem for us, but knocking him out and then dispatching him is just wrong.”
    “It's better than he deserves,” Felicity yelled fiercely, surprising me with her sudden intensity. “If