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Date Posted: 12:43:44 07/24/03 Thu
Author: Lark
Subject: oh, yeah!
In reply to: Ph0tog! 's message, "CONT'D: I'd like a side of Witchblade Game with that, please." on 11:36:38 07/24/03 Thu

Slinking along the sidewalk like a mangy dog, Orlinsky followed a half-step behind his equal/opposite, Dante, who walked like the frickin’ Emperor. Bruno glanced briefly at the donut shop (Jerry really hoped they’d stop in, he was in serious exhaustion mode after this latest all-nighter), but he continued toward the station, a sardonic smile now on his lips after seeing Pezzini with that brain-washed idiot Irons kept on a short leash. Orlinsky panted behind him, trying to keep up, but Dante kept his stride.

Across the street from the station, Dante abruptly stopped and Orlinsky nearly bumped into him. There was nothing unusual he could see, the cruisers were in and out, uniforms were back and forth, a few guys waved, one or two glared in his direction, but something was off; something was up, and he was sure it would somehow wind up tied to the events of the last six hours.

Orlinsky’s smoke-damaged voice interrupted his thoughts, “Think Cousin It was sent to reconnoiter with the nosy broad?” Dante slid his eyes at Orlinsky, pursed his lips for a moment, and nodded. “So… damage control, yes?” Again, the affirmative. Orlinsky nodded assent, and headed around the corner to the station garage, while Bruno, ever-confident, strode into the domain that would be his one day quite soon – if Joe Siri would just get off his lazy ass and admit defeat.

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