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For the fourth time in an hour, Sitka watched the video from the feeds she’d set up for this hunt. She sighed. This went from perfectly easy to impossibly hard in a flash. The puma’s routine was the same each workday – he left at 7:30 in the morning for work, and came back home…
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Sicilia inclines her head in a nod, and then says, “Well, we are left only with the dealer and pusher. Luckily, he has a routine. Every Saturday evening, he goes to the same pub, drinks his fill, and every evening at nine thirty, he staggers outside to have a smoke. Quaint tavern, right on the…
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Sitka groaned. She was laying in a vat bed, surrounded in cool, if smelly medical gel. It was two weeks after she’d arrived at her parents’ place. In that time, she’d broken, or completely shattered, every single day, sometimes more than once. She’d spent time with her parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, even nieces and…
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As Sitka stepped out into the Kilrian spaceport on Wofforth, she was immediately struck by how different it was from Chehon’s spaceport. Kilrian was a massive corporate business city, and a vast majority of it was extremely affluent. The spaceport was bustling but clean and bright, and most people were pretty friendly. It didn’t take…
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Saturdays in the clubs around Chehon were breeding grounds for the horrible. Druggies, abusers, rapists, murderers. They were all easy to find. Sitka really could pick and choose if she wanted to, but she remembered her mistress’ request – a small hunt, someone deserving who wouldn’t be missed. The whole ‘not be missed’ part was…
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Sitka watched Shard disappear into her alleyway hideout. This would be as easy, if not easier, as Shank was. The lizard was nearly identical to her brother, her cybernetics left side rather than right. This time, Sitka didn’t need to interrogate anyone. All she needed was her dead. The jaguar stood silently at the end…
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Sitka sat in Barrow’s old bedroom. It had been eight years since she’d been home, and her parents hadn’t changed a thing about either of their bedrooms. The last time she was here… Fuck. The last time she was here, she was mourning Barrow’s death with her parents. Last time, they didn’t have a body.…
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Sicilia, I had to write down my thoughts. It was that, or drive myself into an inability to function. So, here they are. You have claimed the most emotional nutcase in the world, and you are the least emotional nutcase in the world. It’s creating a dynamic that’s making my heart hurt. What I did…
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Finding Kaja
The air burst into flame around Caitlyn. She cursed under her breath, struggling to compose herself enough to do something, anything! How she ended up in the middle of these dragon wars, battling dragonkillers and fighting against dragons with minds twisted against even their own brethren, she had no idea. She blamed Halion for this.…
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Cait & Kaja
Cait glanced up as her room door opened. Kaja walked in, looking a little flushed and tired, which made the Nightstalker’s eyebrows lift slightly. She set down her book, looking on with amusement. “And where have you been off cavorting all this time?” It was late, a number of hours after she’d come upstairs from…