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Brienne didn’t know how to drive, but she imagined it was calming. Not for Astor — nothing was calming for Astor, and since she was cursing out a cabbie going five under she must not have been a big fan of it. But she drove steadily south, with the heat blasting and the streetlights passing above them, casting them in and out of shadow. Propped up against the window with Cleo beside her and Eyana beside them she was almost tempted to fall asleep...Find out more »
The road was lined with cars, and they all sat quietly, heat blasting, until a man exited a nearby apartment building and unlocked the door of a nondescript Honda Civic.
“Drop the keys.” Astor hopped out, gun raised, and the guy sighed like this was just his luck. His breath fogged as he put his hands on the back of his head, the keys now on the ground. “You poor schmoe.”
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They’d keep their own expression as cool as they usually would and keep from biting their nails or wringing their hands. They’d try to look as they did before all this crap went down, when they always knew what the gang was walking into, when they were all-seeing and all-knowing. Turned out they were so used to having an eye on the city they didn’t realize they were a control freak until all their resources vanished.Find out more »
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As soon as Eyana caught sight of her the guard was shot and crumpled to the ground.
“Should we bring him with us?” Eyana the Wicked Witch asked, and Eyana Pennywise shrugged.
“I left so many fuckin’ corpses back there it’s a fat chance they ain’t gon’ get discovered soon.” She answered, and the witch gave her a look. “Right. Dialect.”
They both braced themselves and turned to the brassy door, just waiting for them with hell behind it. Eyana half expected it to burst open while they looked at it and for all those retreating men to reappear for round two, but nothing happened until Cleo raised their gun and shot the padlock off. They stepped forward carefully and Eyana covered them.
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