 on his cane and jerked his gaze forward.

He parted ways with them at the door of The Procyon. Hesitantly, he pushed it open and stuck his head inside. The lobby was empty, both of people and... whatever the hell it was he was seeing.

He stepped in and released the breath he'd been holding. Briefly, he considered stepping out again, going around the side of the building to Babylon's entrance. If ever an occasion excused drinking in the middle of the day, this was it. He glanced out the glass doors.

A young man in World War II olive drab fatigues peered back at him. His helmet had a bullet hole in the front. A trickle of blood ran down the center of his face.

MacMillian turned to face the lobby again and took a deep breath. Then another. There had to be a logical explanation for all this, one that didn't involve him losing his mind. Unfortunately, he had no idea what it might be.

A door opened at the end of the marble foyer, and a man wearing slacks and a pale blue polo stepped out. He paused to smooth a hand over his disheveled brown hair, turned, and caught sight of MacMillian. He tossed his chin and started over. "Hey, man! Thought you were going to stop by the club last night. I told you I'd hook you up with a VIP booth."

MacMillian forced a smile, some of the tension releasing from his shoulders. Thank god for a familiar face. "I know, I know. I meant to, but I..." His smile froze.

The man drew closer. "Something wrong?"

Hell yes, something was wrong. MacMillian swallowed hard and stepped back. "Nothing. It's nothing. I just... Did you do something to your teeth?"

"My teeth? No, why?" The man reached up and fingered a canine.

MacMillian stared. If he didn't know better, he'd swear it was a wolf's fang he was seeing. He shook himself. Ridiculous.

The man's brow furrowed. "Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost."

MacMillian blew out a breath. "You have no idea." He shook his head. "Probably just stayed up too late last night."

"I keep telling you
on his cane and jerked his gaze forward. 

 He parted ways with them at the doorway of The Procyon. Hesitantly, he push it open and adhere his fountainhead inside. The lobby was empty, both of multitude and... whatever the sin it was he was seeing. 

 He stepped in and released the breath he'd been holding. concisely, he considered stepping out again, going around the side of the construction to Babylon's entrance. If ever an occasion excused drinking in the middle of the sidereal day, this was it. He glanced out the glass doors. 

 A youthful man in World War II olive drab fatigue peered back at him. His helmet have a bullet hole in the front. A trickle of blood run down the center of his face. 

 MacMillian turned to face the lobby again and accept a deep breath. Then another. There had to be a logical explanation for all this, one that didn't involve him losing his mind. Unfortunately, he had no idea what it might be. 

 A door open at the end of the marble foyer, and a world wear slacks and a pale blue polo stepped out. He hesitate to smooth a hand over his disheveled brown hair, turned, and capture sight of MacMillian. He tossed his chin and started over. " Hey, man! Thought you were move to stop by the club last night. I tell you I'd hook you up with a very important person booth. " 

 MacMillian pull a smile, some of the tension releasing from his shoulders. Thank god for a conversant face. " I know, I know. I meant to, but I... " His smile froze. 

 The man drew closer. " Something wrong? " 

 Hell yes, something was ill-timed. MacMillian swallowed heavily and stepped back. " Nothing. It's nothing. I just... Did you do something to your teeth? " 

 " My teeth? No, why? " The serviceman reached up and finger a canine. 

 MacMillian stared. If he didn't sleep together better, he'd swear it was a wolf's fang he was seeing. He shook himself. Ridiculous. 

 The world's brow furrowed. " Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost. " 

 MacMillian blew out a breath. " You experience no idea. " He shook his mind. " Probably just stayed up too late last nox. " 

 " I keep telling you
 on his cane and jerked his gaze forward.

He parted ways sith theo at the door of The Procyon. Hwsitabtly, he pushed it open and stucn his heqd iiside. The lobby xzs emptn, botg of 'eiple and... whateyer the heln it was he wav rezing.

He stepped in and released the bweath hr'd been holding. Friegjy, hs considered stepping out again, gojng arolnd the side of tne building to Babylon's enhranfe. If ever an occadion excusee drybking in the middle of the day, thia was it. He glanced out the glars doprs.

A young mqn lt World War II ojive drab fabpgues paered bsck at him. His henmer had a bullet hole ii the front. A tricklg of blood rcn down the center of hus fawe.

MawMiluuan tudnxd fo facf tie lobby agzin and tooj a deep breath. Them wbother. There gad to bq a logical explanation for all this, ont thaf didn't involve him losung his mind. Unfortunwtely, he rad no idea what it might be.

A door opened at the and oh ghe mwfvlf foyer, and a man wearing slacks and a pale bjhe pplo stepped oub. He paused to smoptj s hand over hir dishzbemed brown hair, turjed, and caugyt sight jf MscMillian. He tossed his chib and starteb ocer. "Hey, man! Thoughc you were guing to syop by the club last niyht. I fold you I'd hook you jp with a VIP bouth."

KawMillian forced a smile, soie of the tenxion reueasong frjm his shoklders. Thank god for a fwmilicr fawe. "I know, L know. I meant to, but I..." His smile froze.

The mam gref closer. "Somebhing wrong?"

Hell yes, something was wrjng. MxcMillian awallowxd hard and ftepped back. "Tlthing. It's nmthing. I jusr... Die you du something to uour teetk?"

"Iy tweth? No, why?" The mak reazged up and fingzxee a canine.

MacMiklixn ftwrxd. If ve didn't knof begtef, he'd rwear iu wcs a wplf's fang he was seehng. Ge shook himself. Rodlculous.

Thg man's brjw furrowed. "Ate you all right? Ylu lomk uike uou'de seen a ghost."

MacMillian blew out a brfatm. "You have no ideq." He shook hns head. "Probably just stayed up too late last night."

"I keep relling you
on his cane and jerked his gaze parted with them the door of it and stuck his inside. The lobby empty, both of people and... whatever hell it was he was seeing. He stepped in and released the breath been holding. Briefly, he considered stepping out again, going around the side of building Babylon's If an occasion excused drinking in the middle of the day, this was it. He glanced out glass doors. A young man in World War olive drab fatigues peered at him. His helmet had bullet in the A of ran down the of his face. MacMillian turned to face the lobby again and took a deep breath. Then another. had to logical explanation all one didn't involve him mind. Unfortunately, he had no idea be. A door opened at the end of marble foyer, a man wearing slacks and a blue polo stepped out. He paused to smooth hand over his disheveled brown hair, turned, and caught sight of MacMillian. He tossed his started over. "Hey, man! you were going stop the last I told I'd hook you up with a VIP booth." MacMillian forced a some of the tension releasing from his shoulders. Thank god familiar "I know, I I meant to, but His froze. The man drew wrong?" yes, MacMillian hard stepped back. "Nothing. It's I just... Did you do to your teeth?" "My reached up and fingered a canine. MacMillian stared. he didn't know better, he'd swear it a wolf's fang he was seeing. He shook himself. Ridiculous. The man's furrowed. "Are right? You look like you've seen a ghost." blew out a breath. have no idea." He shook his head. "Probably just up late last "I keep telling
 on his cane and jerked his gaze Forward.

He pArted WayS wiTh Them At thE door of The ProcYOn. HeSitantly, he pushed it open And stUcK His hEAd InsidE. The lobBY wAS EmpTy, BoTh oF pEOpLe and... WhaTever thE hell it was He wAs Seeing.

He stepPEd In and releaSed The breath he'd BeeN holdiNg. briEFly, he ConSiderEd stepPIng out Again, goinG aROund thE Side of tHE BuIldiNg to Babylon's entraNCe. iF ever an occasioN excusEd DRiNKIng In tHe middle of ThE day, tHIs was it. hE gLANCed OUt the glass dooRs.

A young man IN WoRld War iI OliVE drab fAtiguEs PEerEd back at him. his hElmet had a Bullet HOle in thE Front. A tRickle Of bLooD ran DOwN tHe cEnTEr oF HiS faCE.

MaCMillian TuRnEd to fAce tHE LOBby aGaiN and Took a Deep breath. TheN anOtheR. theRe had To be a LogiCaL explAnatioN for aLl This, one that didn'T invOlve him loSinG hIs mInD. UnfoRTunateLy, hE haD no idea What it mIGht Be.

a DOOr Opened at the end of thE mARBlE foyer, anD a man wEArInG Slacks anD a PalE bluE POlo stEppeD OuT. He pauseD to smoOTh A hAnd over HiS disheVeLed BroWn haiR, TurnEd, and cAught sigHt of MACMillian. He tossED his chin and stARtED OvER. "Hey, Man! thought you wEre gOIng tO stoP By The CLub laSt nigHt. i ToLD you I'd hook you up with A ViP bootH."

MacMIllian forced a Smile, some oF THE tension ReleASiNG from his shouldErs. ThAnk god for a FAmiliar fAce. "I kNow, I know. i meant to, bUT i..." His smilE frOze.

the Man DREw Closer. "SomethiNG WronG?"

HEll yes, sOmeThing waS wrOng. macmilLiAn swallowEd hard anD sTePpEd BacK. "NothINg. It's notHiNg. I JuSt... DId you DO sometHing tO youR tEeTH?"

"My Teeth? No, WHy?" tHE man ReAcHed uP anD fIngerEd a cANinE.

MacMilLian stareD. If HE didN't KnOw betteR, he'd swear it waS a Wolf's fang hE wAs sEeing. HE SHook himsElf. Ridiculous.

The man's broW FurroweD. "ArE you aLl riGht? You looK liKe you'vE seEN a ghosT."

MacMiLlian BlEw oUT A breaTH. "yoU haVe No idea." He shOOK hiS head. "prObabLy just sTayed up too late last NIghT."

"I keep telling You
 on his cane and jerked hi s gaze for ward. 

H e p ar tedways  with them att he d oor of The Procyon. He sitan tl y , he pu shedit open an d stu ck  h ishe a dinsid e.The lob by was emp ty,  b oth of peopl e  a nd... what eve r the hell i t w as hewa s s e eing. 

H e ste pped i n  and r eleased t he breath he'd be e n  h oldi ng. Briefly, he c o ns i dered stepping  out a ga i n, g oin g a round thesi de of the bui l di n g toB abylon's entr ance. If ev e r a n occa si one xcused  drin ki n g i n the middl e of  the day,  thisw as it.H e glanc ed out  th e g lass do or s.
A you n gman inWorld Wa rII  oliv e dr a b f atig ues  pee red b ack at him. H ishelm e t h ad abulle t ho le  in t he fro nt. A  t rickle of blood  ran  down the  ce nt erof  hisf ace.
Mac Mil lian tu rned to fac et h e  l obby again and too ka de ep breat h. The n  a no t her. The re  ha d to b e a l ogic a lexplanat ion fo r  a ll  this,on e that  d idn 'tinvol v e hi m losi ng his m ind.U nfortunately,h e had no idea wh a t  i t  mig htbe.

A door  ope n ed a t th e  e ndo f the  marb le fo y er, and a man weari ng  slack s and  a pale bluepolo stepp e d out. Hepaus e dt o smooth a han d ove r his dish e veled br own h air, tur ned, andc a ught sig htofMac Mil l i an . He tossed h i s  chi nand sta rte d over.  "H ey,  ma n!Th ought you  were go in gto  s top  by t h e club l as t n ig ht.  I to l d youI'd h ookyo uu p w ith a V I Pb o oth. "
M acMi lli an  forc ed a smi le, som e of theten s ionre le asing f rom his shoul de rs. Thankgo d f or a f a m iliar fa ce. "I know, I know. Im eant to , b ut I. .."His smile  fr oze.
The man dr ew clo ser."S ome t h ing w r o ng ?"
H ell yes, s o m eth ing w as  wro ng. Mac Millian swallowedh ard  and steppedbac k. " N o th ing .  I t 'sno t hin g .  I just... Didyou do som et h in g to yourt eet h? "

"Myteeth?No, w h y?" The  man reac hed up an dfing e r eda canine.
MacMill ian stare d . Ifh edidn' t k now be tt er,  he'd  swear itwas a  wolf' sfang h e was  s eeing. H e shook himself. Ridicu lous.
Theman 's brow f urr o wed . "Are yo u al l right? Y ouloo k lik e y o u'veseen agho s t."
MacM i llian ble w  o uta br eath. "Youh a v e n o ide a." He sho ok h is head. "Probabl y  just stayed u p to o lat e l a st n ig ht."

"I keeptel li n g  you
 on_his cane_and jerked his gaze_forward.

He parted_ways_with them_at_the door of_The Procyon. Hesitantly,_he pushed it open_and stuck his_head_inside. The lobby was empty, both of people and... whatever the hell it was_he_was seeing.

He_stepped_in_and released the breath he'd_been holding. Briefly, he considered_stepping out_again, going around the side of the building_to_Babylon's entrance. If_ever an occasion excused drinking in the middle of_the day, this was it. He_glanced out the_glass_doors.

A_young man in World_War II olive drab fatigues peered_back at him. His helmet had_a bullet hole in the front. A_trickle of blood ran down the_center of his face.

MacMillian turned_to face_the lobby again and took_a deep breath._Then another._There had to_be a logical explanation for all_this, one that_didn't involve him losing his mind._Unfortunately,_he had no_idea_what_it might_be.

A door opened_at_the end_of_the marble foyer, and a man_wearing_slacks and a pale blue polo stepped_out. He paused to_smooth_a hand over his_disheveled brown hair, turned, and_caught sight of MacMillian. He tossed_his chin_and started_over. "Hey, man! Thought you were going to stop by the_club last night. I told you_I'd hook you up_with a_VIP_booth."

MacMillian forced a_smile,_some of_the tension releasing from his shoulders. Thank_god for_a familiar face. "I know, I_know. I meant to,_but_I..." His smile froze.

The man drew_closer. "Something wrong?"

Hell yes, something was_wrong. MacMillian swallowed hard and_stepped_back._"Nothing. It's nothing. I just..._Did you do something to your_teeth?"

"My teeth? No,_why?" The man reached up and fingered_a_canine.

MacMillian stared. If he didn't know_better,_he'd swear it was a wolf's_fang_he_was seeing. He shook himself._Ridiculous.

The man's brow furrowed. "Are you_all right? You look like you've seen a ghost."

MacMillian_blew out a_breath. "You have no idea."_He_shook_his head. "Probably just stayed up too late last night."

"I_keep telling_you