We have decided to drop him off in a quaint Eastern city; Triana's pleas broke through. I won't specify where, as I'm sure Bowie wants a bit of sport with this.

This side of the compound is lonely and a bit cold.

The Alchemist has him at the moment. He seemed quite eager to take him over to his house privately; probably to fiddle with his "arms of death" and whatnot ( Read more... )