Archive for 17. October 2009

The Coming Twilight

Jack sensed his faux pas even before Don Garibaldi did himself.  He rose slowly to his feet while the boss worked through what had just been said.  It was only two steps towards the door, but, for Jack, that was enough.  By the time Garibaldi was shouting an order to his goons to grab the grifter, Jack’s long legs had already taken him past them and into the storefront of the tannery.  Jack thanked the ancient merlanes once again for making orks just bright enough to follow orders, but not bright enough to anticipate them.

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