The clone arrived first.
It didn't bother with the locked doors.
It simply smashed through a massive, plate-glass window on the ground floor, a walking, talking explosion of righteous fury.
The sound of shattering glass was like a gunshot in the silent, marble-floored lobby.
Julian and his two bodyguards spun around, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion.
The clone, a perfect, furious copy of Miles Vane, stood there amidst the sparkling, ankle-deep ruins of the window, its eyes glowing with a faint, dangerous light.
"You," Julian spat, his smug confidence momentarily faltering. "How did you…?"
The clone didn't answer.
It just moved.
It launched itself at the two bodyguards, a silent, black-clad blur of motion.
The first bodyguard, a mountain of a man, barely had time to raise his hands.
The clone's fist, glowing with the faint, blue light of a [Pulse Break], slammed into his chest.
*THUMP.*
The impact was like a cannonball hitting a brick wall.
