Quinn's first plan was to trail his mark, Lenny 7fingers, glide up next to him when a dark alley presented itself, drag him off the street, and beat the debt he owed out of him in private. Simple. Easy. Graceful.
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EDITOR NOTE: Baron Von Maybach’s first name also happens to be Baron. It might be confusing, but it makes thing easier.
The moon pierced through the fog in Vanta City, perhaps for the first time in years. However, nobody had time to bask in its light. There was work to be done, There was work that needed to be done in the dark.
Vanta City was no stranger to violence, senseless killing barely made the news and every day scores of people vanished without more than a handfull of acquaintances even noticing.
Lance Law aimed down the firing range again, paying attention to the two holes he had been expanding in the target before putting down the Gault. The private investigator was a common sight at the range, usually bringing a different gun each day to practice shooting with. Most people that saw him at the range had talked to him at least a couple times. Sometimes to get advice from the marksman on how to improve aim, other times to chat about gun specs and how changing out different features could lead to different results. The local consensus was that if Lance ever bothered to join a shooting contest, he’d win the whole thing without too much trouble.
The Aeschylus scion plopped down onto the couch, ready to take a well deserved rest after a hard day’s work. Before he could close his eyes and drift off to sleep, a sharp voice pierced his ears.
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