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"Washington said that it was dangerous to talk about this. Is it?" "You bet. However, the scar said I could let YOU in, a little." "Me? An Omega?" "Let you in on the history, man. You read fast, but you think slow." "Of course. How stupid of me."

"No, it's not stupid of you. We've been watching over you for some time. My father's name is Gabriel. He told me about you. I almost shit when you came in lookin to steam swill, damn." "Gabriel. Gabby? Gabby's your father?" "Yup." "I don't get it. What's the chances of that? One in a billion billion?" "Jazz junior, you're not thinking. Think!" Thinking didn't help. Jake gave up and just handed his book over, "Your dad asked my dad to look after you. Gabby had adrenaline in his pocket. He's been on the emergency squad for years. Your mother died of asthma, from cutting grass, was it? Something like that?" as he went out of view. "But my mother's not dead! Boy, has he got his shit mixed up!" he thought, then called after Jake, "The graduate student died, from exhaustion. Bad heart," as he looked at the personally autographed book delivered by the author who's fame was someday to come. That book burned in his hands. He felt its power, before the first page was turned. Jake began, "Justice described is justice denied." "Nino?" his mind flashed. "Let me see! Gimmee. No me!" Mac had to hold the book over his head away from the kids who all wanted to see what Jake brought. "Hold on, you'll rip it. We'll read it out