“No.”
“How did you get them out?” I asked.
“I have my own source of exotic matter.”
I let the possibilities of that statement sink in.
“If we’re done with the happy reunion, I’m not just here for kicks and giggles.” I noticed a red spot on the front of Poe’s shirt growing wider by the second. He swayed to one side, blinking furiously. “I came to warn you. Landers. Chronos. Together … mistake. Huge mistake.”
And then he collapsed.