A woman wearing red leather pants ducked in the apartment building.
Revmondo glanced at Al. “Yep. Why? Nervous?”
“You’ve gone soft on this planet.”
Al shook his bald head.
Emitting a faint ozone smell, the door lock shattered like cheap crystal. They went upstairs.
“Stay here. Remember, I don’t want any surprises.”
Revmondo opened the door to her apartment.
Security recordings showed the smiling couple emerging—a bald man and a knockout bombshell, their fingers intertwined—just moments before a brilliant flash crisped the apartment building.
“Wow. What could do something like that?”