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expression registered with him so he never bothered to stop. I guess I was too much of a small fry for his concern at the moment.
    Once Tsuen was out of sight I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Well, not exactly the corner of my eye, but more out of the back of my head. Cameron, surrounded in the same white light I saw around the Soulforge , passed through the wall behind him. I took a breath, unnecessary as it was, and followed.
    On the other side of the wall, Cameron was shackled, and let out a monstrous yawn. He quickly flinched and moaned.
    “Ow, shite. Either got the torture treatment or the spa treatment.” Cameron smiled then ran his tongue through the new gaps in his teeth with a cocked eyebrow. “Well, the jury’s still out on that.”
    “You’re missing some fingers.”
    “And a kidney.” Cameron cracked his neck. “I’ll fix it later.”
    “You’ll what? What the hell are you talking about? How can you be so calm about this? What the hell is going on?”
    “I’ve been captured and tortured by the Draco for being a no good nick and firing a terrible weapon indoors. While they were doing that I did something productive and left my body to find that Talisman, which I did. Might I add that was far more helpful that anything you’ve done thus far?
    I’m so calm about this because my gun causes an EMP after the blast and fries any unshielded technology like the locks on these shackles. The designers of these shackles were quite lazy, and hard wired the locks into the door. So when the shackles are open the door unlatches.”
    With a flick of the wrist Cameron flung off the shackles and the door back into the corridor slid open.
    “Impossible!”
    “No, improbable.”
    “And just what the hell is that gun?”
    “Oh, that thing? The shells hold a pocket dimension containing anti-matter. The one I fired in the restaurant held one milliliter. You see when anti-matter hits any matter such as air it-“
    “Explodes. I know, I read Angels and Demons ,” I said.
    “What did you think? I think Dan Brown tried to hard to get readers to turn the page. It became hacky in a few chapters.”
    “Yeah, but it was a great bathroom reader. Wait! How exactly would a notorious space pirate have read that book? And don’t give me all ‘that the same ideas trickle down from the Astral’ crap! I knew it! You’re from Earth!” Cameron made an expression like I just told him that Santa and his dog entered a suicide pact.
    “Since when did you immerse yourself so far into this fantasy?” the Dread Pirate said, “I mean this is all just a dream, isn’t it? Then everything’s from Earth, because your mind is from Earth.”
    “I suppose so…”
    “Good, now quit arguing with your subconscious and come on! That Talisman is just two corridors down!” Cameron crept through the open door and was promptly spotted by two Draco wearing gimp masks and armed with spears. This has got Freud’s name written all over it.
    The Pirate King ran incredibly fast for someone with another man chained to him. I suppose while “in the Astral” I’m weightless. Cameron darted around a corner in the corridor and ducked into another restaurant. I must have a deep-seated hatred towards restaurants.
    This restaurant was a lot smaller than the last one we destroyed, and unfortunately, it didn’t have any other exits. Then I suddenly had an insight. You know how you know things in a dream. Like you’ve been filled in about your entire back-story. You’re yourself, but you know you’re someone else and exactly how you got there.
    No, I wasn’t suddenly someone else. That would have been a refreshing change, but no, I suddenly knew the back-story of a gun.
    This certain gun was invented the by the Atlanteans in an attempt to shoot people while in space. Gunpowder just can’t ignite in space without oxygen. So they developed a gun that fires small projectiles with a magnetic push.
    Their earlier rail guns unfortunately