A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Then the two men became entangled in a heap. As the men were both familiar with the other’s tendencies in a fight, neither was able to break the deadlock. Jordan could only stand by in distress. “Why have you started fighting? Stop it!” But neither Vinson nor Carter were listening.

It was Carter who realized that he had a helper in Jordan, and called out while he grappled with Vinson, “Go, Jordan! Pull out the needles!” “I…” Jordan was in a dilemma. “Get on with it!” Carter cried. Jordan bit down and made a dash for the man’s bed. Vinson’s attempt to intercept was forced back by Carter’s aggressive advances. He recovered after dodging only see that Jordan had already reached his target.

copper-plated needles. At this instant, a white silhouette drifted past and wrapped itself around Jordan’s waist, dragging him away. A startled Jordan turned around to see Klaus’ apologetic face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Baker. You can’t touch that needle…” “Damn you!” Jordan cussed,

onto Jordan as if his life depended on it and refused to budge. Carter had not expected Klaus to turn on him. “Do you understand what you’re doing, Dr. Jankowitsch!” The doctor continued to

turned toward the bed, the dazed man’s deep blue eyes flickered and he asked in Ustranasion, “Where am I?” His voice was clear and his eyes lively; a radical

completely as he threw himself onto the side of the bed. “How are you feeling, sir?” The man replied