Wolverton

“We bound a calculo, it crunched your key,” Wolverton begins.

The girl leans forward, hands on the desk, “A what? Honey, you’ve got some tricks, but you’re going to have to do better.”

Wolverton licks his lips. He gestures at the collapsing threads around them. “Jesus lady, look around. This is what I do.”

“What I didn’t get anything out of.”

“Yeah, ’cause Shen was supposed to sit there, not trance out and dive. He screwed both of us. The bastard’s gone now; God knows what chewed him up and shat him out.”

Her eyes narrow, “No, he isn’t, Mr Jones.”

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~ by Electro-mechanical Man on March 23, 2011.

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