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- We followed. One of the Controllers was moving, trying to roll over. Rachel released Marco. He dropped directly onto the moving Controller and sank his fangs into the man's leg. He delivered a very small dose of toxin. Enough, we hoped, to keep the guy down but leave him breathing. One by one, we landed.
- It was bizarre beyond belief. We were invisible to everyone else in the banquet hall, but they were not invisible to us.
- The place was jammed. Hundreds of people, men in tuxedos, women in gowns. They were sitting at the long tables, and milling around and talking, and leaning over to whisper to one another, and nibbling appetizers and sipping white wine.
- (...)
- Something tingled the back of my neck. Something wrong. Something . . . I nudged Cassie. "Didn't you say you saw the President outside?" She nodded and gave me a quizzical look.
- "You said he was wearing shorts. Now he's in a tuxedo."
- She looked confused. "I must have been mistaken," she whispered. "Must have been some guy who looked like the President."
- One of the Controllers we'd knocked out started to stir, so Marco morphed back to cobra and gave him a mild dose in the leg.
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