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"They made the decisions and led the lives that brought them here. They were prepared to rape, maim, and kill you. Still"-Bre
His voice ran down to silence. Je
Je
"I have to get going. It'll be dark soon and I have to take care of them,-he nodded at the unconscious Werewolves, and… other details."
Je
"Hey, the crime lord of New York City has marked me for death. How much worse could it get?"
Bre
Je
"Promise?" she asked.
Bre
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Fadeout, Siu Ma, and Deadhead were in conference when Bre
A sudden insight struck Bre
Fadeout and Siu Ma exchanged concerned glances when Bre
"What happened?" Fadeout asked.
"Ambush. That crazy Yeoman bastard. Killed Whiskers and the other Werewolves. Pi
"He let you live?" Siu Ma asked.
"He wanted me to deliver this. He said it was no good to him." He held up Kien's diary, which had been blanked when Je
Fadeout took the diary from him and, mystified, riffled through its blank pages. "Did… did Yeoman do this?" Bre
Fadeout smiled. "Well, that's great. That's really great." Even Siu Ma looked pleased.
"There was one more thing." Bre
Fadeout and Siu Ma looked at him expectantly.
"He also had a message. He said to tell Kien-yeah, the name was Kien-that he knows where Kien lives, just as Kien knows where Wraith lives. He said to tell Kien that their feud goes beyond life and death, that it is one of honor and retribution, but that he will be satisfied with Kien's life if anything happens to Wraith. He says he has an arrow with Kien's name on it waiting… just waiting."
He'd delivered a similar promise a few months ago in behalf of another. But perhaps justifiably she had refused to accept his protection and chose instead to go away. Je
"I see." Fadeout and Siu Ma exchanged worried glances. "Well, yes, I'll pass that on." Fadeout nodded decisively. "I will indeed." He pulled worriedly at his lower lip.
Siu Ma stood up. "You have proven yourself worthy," she said. "I hope that your association with the Shadow Fists will be long and prosperous."
Bre
All the King's Horses by George R.R. Martin
I
Tom found the latest issue of Aces in the outer office, while the loan officer kept him waiting.
The cover showed the Turtle flying over the Hudson against a spectacular autumn sunset. The first time he'd seen that photograph, in Life, Tom had been tempted to have it framed. But that had been a long time ago. Even the shell in the picture was gone now, jettisoned somewhere in space by the aliens who'd captured him last spring.
Underneath, letters black against the scarlet-tinged clouds, the blurb asked, "The TurtleDead or Alive?"
"Fuck," Tom said aloud, a
He found the article. The writer made a big deal of the fact that no one had seen the Turtle for months. Perhaps he died after all, the magazine suggested, and the dawn sighting was only some kind of mass hallucination. Wish fulfillment, one expert suggested. A weather balloon, said a second. Or maybe Venus.
"Venus!" Tom said with some indignation. The old shell he'd used that morning was a goddamn VW Beetle covered with armor plate. How the hell could they say it was Venus? He flipped a page, and came face-to-face with a grainy photograph of a shell fragment pulled out of the river. The metal was bent outward, twisted by some awful explosion, its edges jagged and sharp. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put the Turtle together again, said the caption.
Tom hated it when they tried to be clever.
"Miss Trent will see you now," the secretary a
"Yeah," Tom said. He sat down, for a moment allowing himself to hope. "Does that mean I get the money?"
Miss Trent smiled sadly. "I'm afraid not."
Somehow he'd expected that. He tried to act as though it didn't matter; banks never lent you money if they thought you needed it. "What about my credit rating?" he asked.
"You have an excellent record of timely payment on your loans, and we did take that into account. But the committee felt your total indebtedness was already too high, given your present income. We couldn't justify extending you any further unsecured credit at this time. I'm sorry. Perhaps another lending institution would feel differently."