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He drank whenever he could. He was a silent

  • He drank whenever he could. He was a silent drunk. Hell, he'd been totally blacked out yesterday at work, no one knew. Once someone confessed that they'd killed their child to him
  • and he couldn't remember, which is a shame because children dying is always funny, and humor could have replaced alcohol in his life. Alas, his memory was humorless. He picked up a
  • grenade, which was conveniently laying next to him. He smirked. "Kumzalot Elementary school isn't far from here." He thought to himself. "Time to make some memories of my own." He
  • wandered over to the school, a guest speaker just beginning a talk. He crept through the doorway until he had a good shot. The grenade flew from his hand just so, landing on stage
  • and blowing OJ Simpson to smithereens. "Oh shit. So much for Capricorn I. Can we run with Capricorn II?" But OJ was only half-smithereened. He stood and shook an angry fist. "Why
  • Are you doing this to me? Don't you know I am innocent?" Detective Polycyski was not fazed. "We are investigating everything and don't care if you were a famous football player!"
  • Even Snack is a suspect. Snack pulled out his guard to protest, but Bubba shoved it back in. "Where's Honey Badger?" Det. Polycyski's whipped out his notepad. "Who is that?"
  • "Honey Badger is our Shadowfighter. If anybody is suspicious she will root them out. Plus she can vouch for me." Det. Polycyski's hardly reacted at that but said, "how convenient."
  • Fifteen years ago, Det. Polycyski had met Honey Badger in a steamy little cafe in Berlin. They had spent the night in the hostel, but in the morning she had gone, leaving only a
  • nearly finished lipstick and a scent of musk.. A scent that intrigued me, pursued me, haunted me to this very moment. And now, only now, that was about to change.

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