I lift the H & K again, and this time I pay attention to what the wire’s telling me about the gun’s status. With a tired sigh, I drop the weapon back onto the floor and hold out my hand toward Argent. He flips something across the room to me. I catch it, turn it over and over idly in my hand. The clip from the H & K. Not only did he crack my defenses—admittedly rudimentary—to get into my room, but he also stole the ammunition out of my fragging weapon, all without waking me. I shake my head slowly. I’m getting too old for this drek.