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Chapter 22 : Savior
Nervous Subject choked up a lungful of water.
Well, at least I am not dead, he thought, at least I don’t think I am dead.
He became aware that he was on his back and soaking wet so he couldn’t possibly be dead, right? He opened his eyes and tried to focus on the figure hovering over him. A few blinks later the face came into focus.
“Jesus!” Nervous exclaimed, and promptly passed out.
“Oh Hell,” grumbled Bernard Carlton.
