Room 508 to Baltimore, Friday Night

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Kathy studied herself in the mirror, frowning slightly. She had done a lot of stuff as Banzai, but trying to infiltrate the mafia in disguise was a whole new level of scary. If she messed up, the Ukrainians would know a lot more about her than she really wanted them too--like what she looked like, as just one exciting example. But this was an

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Somehow, Dante still hadn't managed to master the ability to sit still for more than half-hour increments at a time. And yesterday, wandering had led to an excellent afternoon with Alana, so hey, motivation, and shit.

Couple floors up, and he was near Kathy's. Might as well stick his head in and maybe follow up on--

"What the fuck?"

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Well, gee, that sure sounded promising.

"Hi, Dante," Kathy said, looking over her shoulder to nod him inside. "What the fuck what?"

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Dante planted his shoulders against the wall and crossed his arms. He nodded at her (though not without sneaking a glance at the legs). "Didn't know you liked to run ladies' night at the fetish club," he said.

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Kathy turned around fully now, though mostly because she was looking for something to throw at him. "Ha ha," she said sourly. "Yup, you guessed my other secret identity. I'm DJ Wallflower at The Saint Andrew's Cross, however did you guess?"