CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
Abe cursed under his breath. He didn’t like being surrounded, nor did he like the fact he had so easily been led into a trap. This must be why Fragg hadn’t sent any reinforcements down to the prison area when the alarms had gone off – he’d guessed their path.
The Glukkon moved forward from his throne, shaking his head. “I’d hoped you two would be smart enough not to resist.”
Abe grinned. “I’d hoped you’d be smart enough not to get in our way.”
“Insolence.” Fragg sighed. “You try to distract me with your army, and then you escape from prison –”
“Army?” Abe interrupted. “What army?”
Fragg spat, “Don’t play idiot with me! I’ve read too much history to think you’re a fool.”
Abe twirled his DonnerPacker around his finger – a difficult thing to do, as it was fairly heavy. “I don’t know about any army. Why don’t you torture me? I wouldn’t lie under torture, would I?”
Fragg motioned to his BigBros, all of which raised their DonnerPackers in unison. “Why leave you alive? You’re proving to be much more trouble than you’re worth.”
“We’re…fond of you, too,” Stranger muttered.
Fragg smiled coldly at them. “I think it’s time we established industrialist rule over Oddworld. With the death of Abe, and the last Steef, the nature-lovers will be without hope.”
Abe stopped twirling the DonnerPacker suddenly, and the barrel pointed at Fragg’s head. “Don’t you Sligs make a move – I’ve got your boss covered.”
Fragg’s face stretched into a grimace. “You won’t pull that trigger, Abe – my Sligs have quick reflexes.”
“Can they tell when I’m going to shoot – and shoot first?” Abe snorted.
“Why don’t we find out?” the Glukkon suggested.
“That’s a good idea,” Abe said, and pulled the trigger.
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