She whirled, nearly swinging her weapon in his direction when she saw who it was. "Oh, Mr. Cranston!" Betty quickly hurried over, relieved to see him in one piece. She put out her hands so he could untie her. "I don't know what happened..." Technically the bad guys had been beat up by nothing more than a shadow. That laugh still felt like it was lingering around. "That was your friend?" Betty giving him a worried look. "I would hate to see your enemies."
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