Heck gulped. He watched the big hand begin to squeeze, drawing the trigger back. The muzzle of the automatic pointed at his belly and seemed big enough to swallow him.
He teleported.
Not far—just across the room. Right behind Muscles Freddy.
"Hey, where'd he go!" Freddy cried.
"Behind you!" warned Hymie.
Freddy whirled.
Heck teleported again.
"Hey!" hollered Freddy. "He goes on and off like a neon sign."
Heck materialized alongside him, grappling for the gun. But Freddy drew it back and fired. Heck had beaten him to it by a split second. Heck had teleported.
"Damn neon sign!" repeated Freddy.