

In FlagranteIn FlagranteIn Flagrante
Kyle Fitzpatrick was always destined to go up in flames, but he'd never dreamt it before that night.
He was onstage at the piano, hours into a lengthy practice session. The session had started with new works, as they usually did, but the piece that consumed him now was one he'd very nearly mastered. Concentrating on perfecting his performance, Kyle barely noticed when another man joined him on the stage.
He wasn't a stranger to the feeling of the maestro behind him. The man had taught him everything. In those many years at and against the piano, Sander Cohen had cultivated his talent, nurtu


Baby Is Now A Year OldThe room was fairly large, big enough for Jack to run laps around three times a day. Its far wall was grubbily whitewashed and pockmarked with bullet-holes. A life-sized wooden man's silhouette, with its heart marked in paint, was nailed to that wall; it shuddered and splintered as little chunks of lead ripped into it one by one. Each shot echoed harshly. Head, head, chest, miss, shoulder, reload. Chest, chest, shoulder, head, elbow.Baby Is Now A Year Old
Jack paused, letting his pistol droop in front of him, and sighed with boredom.
"Can I stop yet, Papa Fontaine?"
Fontaine wasn't in the room, but Jack knew he would be watch
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"My strength is not in steel and fire! That is what the parasites will never understand. A season for all things: A time to live, and a time to die. A time to build, and a time to destroy!
Come now, my child. There is one final thing to discuss."
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Always pick the right tool for the job, my mother used to say.
I see you.
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I'm Walter Sullivan in the Silent Kill DA Crew!
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Welcome to the Metropolis.
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Always pick the right tool for the job, my mother used to say.
I knew those guys were lying when they told me I was perfectly sane!
Ninja?! Can you teach me? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
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I'm Walter Sullivan in the Silent Kill DA Crew!
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Welcome to the Metropolis.
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Commissions drawn! Git chore art drawn here! Fresh from the pen of the fickle bitch with the very short attention span.
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Always pick the right tool for the job, my mother used to say.
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Kill something for the right reason. Kill it to eat it.
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