“Stay back,” Booth said. “I’m not giving this up until the attack stops.”
	‘Szatulai extended a hand, palm up, and continued forward.
	Booth’s gaze dropped to the extended hand. “What? What’s this about?”
	‘Szatulai lashed out with his other arm, sweeping the Havok from Booth’s grasp into his own upturned palm. When a countdown appeared on the green panel and his existence did not end in a single instant of searing brightness, he knew he had been right about Booth’s character. He brought the warhead up and then used it to crater the man’s skull, leaving the body to crumple to the deck.