The chain holding Xilon's wrists together snapped. A link popped across the table toward both officers who jumped up, drawing their guns.

"Whoa! Hold it," Simpson yelled.

"Hands up!" the other officer screamed.

Xilon frowned. Why were they so aggravated? "Sorry I broke your bracelets, but I asked you to remove them."

"Okay, okay. Nice and easy, raise your hands over your head." Simpson swallowed audibly, but kept his weapon raised. "No one ...