33 – Deadline

The drive to the station had been less than perfect. Friday rush hour is not the ideal time to face the streets of a city like this. Not that he had a choice, the call had made that very clear.

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30 – Breaking in

The perimeter fence is easy. I slip in without any trouble. They have hidden cameras scattered all around the field, but I know where they are. I slip like one more shadow right past them.

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29 – Free fall

The retros were not firing. It was actually surprising that anything at all worked on this clunker, but he had hoped that at least something as basic to survival as the brakes would have been even marginally functional… they weren’t.

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27 – Jezebel

It was beautiful. It was scratched all over, all the strings were gone, and somebody had carved a big letter “D” on the headstock… but it was still beautiful.

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26 – Roses

The spoon tinkled in the delicate China cup as she stirred the sugar the in her coffee. The big white cat purred softly on her lap, she stroked its fur absentmindedly as she looked at the garden outside. George had always loved this garden.

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