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I’d never seen.
    “It is our goal,” David carried on the conversation, “to get Mystic in the room where these fights are going on and—”
    Bruiser huffed out a humorless laugh, cutting David off. “Good luck on that one. Demise Chain is closely monitored. It’s like the mafia, or for that matter, the White House. You don’t just walk in the front door. You have to earn your way in.”
    “Precisely,”

TL
    agreed.
    Bruiser frowned. “And so how is Mystic going to get in?”
    I smiled to myself. I didn’t bother informing her that TL could do just about anything.
    Bruiser would figure that out soon enough.
    “As David said,” TL continued, “we need to get Mystic in that room. We’ve looked at it from all angles, and hands down our best bet is to have him be a competitive fighter. That is our objective. From there and what he discovers, we will move onto the next phase of things—
    finding Zandra.”
    “Did you say I’m going to be a competitive fighter?” Mystic asked.
    “Him, a competitive fighter?” Bruiser balked.
    I listened closely, wondering how I factored into all of this?
    Ignoring Mystic and Bruiser’s outbursts, TL pointed the remote at the screen. A gray haired gentleman popped up. Wearing a coat and tie, he grinned for the camera, coming across adorable and sweet. He looked like what I imagined everyone’s grandpa should look like.
    “This is Harry Noor.” TL announced. “He is the owner of the Demise Chain.”
    “Him?” Bruiser laughed.
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“Harry Noor,” TL went on, “has his own set of fighters called Warriors. Recently, he put the word out he’s looking for some new Warriors. He also put the word out he’s looking for a computer specialist. He wants a program designed exclusively for him that can identify top notch fighters. A program than can also advise competitors during a fight what they should and should not be doing differently.”
    “Um, that’s called a coach,” Bruiser identified the obvious. “And how in the world does he expect a program to advise a fighter?”
    TL glanced at me. “That’s for the computer specialist to figure out.”
    “Harry Noor,” David explained, “is quite the gadget man. He’s got to have the latest and greatest of everything—the first of a kind. He’s also tight with his money and doesn’t want to dish out the dollars needed to hire top notch trainers. And he’s all about having things computerized. He wants a program that will identify his new Warriors. And that is what we’re going to give him.”
    “David and Mystic,” TL picked up on the conversation, “are going to be those new Warriors.”
    “Wait a minute. I’m not fighting?” Bruiser asked.
    “Warrior?” Mystic shook his head. “I’m not fighting.”
    I didn’t like the idea of anybody fighting, not after the way Bruiser had described it. Wait a minute, did TL just say David’s fighting, too? My heart skipped a beat as I glanced over at David. No .
    “As of right now,” TL continued, not answering Bruiser or Mystic, “Harry Noor allows each of his Warriors to have a trainer. Jonathan will be David’s trainer, and I will be Mystic’s.”
    TL looked at his wife. “Nalani has already secured a job as the new hostess of the Demise Chain.
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    She’s in charge, basically, of greeting people when they come in.” TL turned his attention to Bruiser. “And you will be Mystic’s girlfriend.”
“His
    girlfriend ?” she nearly squeaked.
    “I can’t fight,” Mystic repeated himself. “It’s against everything I believe in.”
    TL’s jaw hardened, and I could tell he was not in the mood to deal with any objections or questions.
    David must have picked up on it, too, because he quickly took over the conversation.
    “Women aren’t allowed to compete in the fights,” he answered Bruiser. “But we definitely need you there as our fighting consultant. Mystic’s girlfriend is the only cover we can give you that will put you close enough to the