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“So what’s your body count?” I blinked at the man in front of me. That was not the question I suspected when I took the gig. Mel needed more idents, and she thought it was safe enough, so I plead my case to work solo. Get some experience, start making a name for myself. I’d
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Mel was used to the power being out. Brownouts were as regular an occurrence as shootings in the city. The missing concrete chunks of the wall from the bullets helped her track the years gone by. The wind storms weren’t really a surprise when they started. When winter came, she’d be ready for that, too.
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