Dante'd had a good day. Hung out, had a beer, played some guitar. The old itch of do-cause-you're-gonna-die had been absent lately, and so Baltimore had turned into an afterthought.
Turned out waiting for the best time to strike caused a different kind of itch, though. And so, after at least a month, he was back in town... roaming the streets, checking the doors of some of his old haunts.
From several stories above him, Kathy shifted position, pulling her legs in tighter as she watched the cars blur by. The some of the loose detritus on the roof shifted with her, tumbling over the edge and down to the sidewalk below.
Dante moved away from the incoming debris instinctively; faster than he would have even a few months ago, though even then his reflexes had been lightening-fast.
He frowned, looking towards the ceiling. "Is anybody up there?"
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Turned out waiting for the best time to strike caused a different kind of itch, though. And so, after at least a month, he was back in town... roaming the streets, checking the doors of some of his old haunts.
That bar?
Nah.
Not that bar.
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He frowned, looking towards the ceiling. "Is anybody up there?"
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Kathy poked her head over the edge of the roof and looked down, right into a pair of pretty blue eyes she knew as well as her own. Possibly better.
And groaned quietly. Of course.
"If I say no, will you believe it?" she asked, hating how thick her voice sounded.
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