Badou had to agree. Cold cut through him like a wet sheet of paper no matter what he wore. Haku was lucky - he was probably cold-blooded. Man, he just couldn't win with anyone at all today.

Not to mention his life was still about to end. "That's not a happy face. Maybe he had some bad fried steak." There went his cigarette too, and he had no spares to boot. Even nicotine was abandoning him. He couldn't keep from sounding like a man resigned to his death. "His full name is Allelujah, so just laugh before we get there and make sure it's out of your system."

[moving up]