Summary: Written and read by ApocD. The first pre-phant, the one that had saved Streis' life, looked down at the hole in its chest and then fell to the road. It curled into a fetal position; the colors moved rapidly across its skin. There was shock on its face. Streis heard the footsteps of someone running up behind him and turned to see a large man with a long, thick beard. The man held a handgun in his right hand; it was pointed at the ground. Streis didn't know anything about guns, but the gun the man held was big. The man smiled at Streis. ldquo;Got me two of 'em.rdquo; Streis nodded. He knew explaining that the first pre-phant had tried to help him was useless, and arguing with a guy with a gun was never a good idea.
