Lysandra stumbled back so quickly that she almost fell over the desks behind her.

"I wonder who'll shoot first?" the slow, mocking voice asked.

He had dark hair and cloudy gray eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lysandra hissed through her teeth.

"What do you mean? Obviously you two were looking for me, so I decided to return the favor," Morpheus told her with a shrug. He weighed his own gun in his hand, a shiny rifle that looked like it hadn't seen much use. ...