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He stood in a place that was nothing more than a shithole.
This alley was perpetually wet, from rain or booze or piss, and Owen Davian was pretty sure all three had hit this place tonight. He kept his shoes away from the corners. The last thing he wanted was to get shit stuck on his shoe.
Next to last. Blowing the deal? That was the last thing he wanted. This weapon was priced too high for him to act like it wasn't a big fucking deal to let it drop and go on living and waiting for the next great bomb to be invented. So where were they? They were so late that he'd stopped checking his watch fifteen minutes ago. No need for the clock to tell him what he already knew. Davian tapped his foot impatiently, keeping an eye on both sides of the alley. Eventually standing around became dull; he started to move towards the street-end of the alley.
The problem was, there wasn't a street anymore. Not the street he knew. This one was empty, and in the midst of a place that didn't look as if people lived there, anyway.
"What in the holy fuck..."
This alley was perpetually wet, from rain or booze or piss, and Owen Davian was pretty sure all three had hit this place tonight. He kept his shoes away from the corners. The last thing he wanted was to get shit stuck on his shoe.
Next to last. Blowing the deal? That was the last thing he wanted. This weapon was priced too high for him to act like it wasn't a big fucking deal to let it drop and go on living and waiting for the next great bomb to be invented. So where were they? They were so late that he'd stopped checking his watch fifteen minutes ago. No need for the clock to tell him what he already knew. Davian tapped his foot impatiently, keeping an eye on both sides of the alley. Eventually standing around became dull; he started to move towards the street-end of the alley.
The problem was, there wasn't a street anymore. Not the street he knew. This one was empty, and in the midst of a place that didn't look as if people lived there, anyway.
"What in the holy fuck..."