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"What do you uy with the prison tats said

Lash put his elbows on his knees and looked his new best friend in the eyes How the two of theerheads to cozy as kittens was a testament to the powers of seduction First you hit head-on to establish equality Then you showed respect Then you talked about o RIP, around his collarbones, and Mr Clean with the chro, too Which was another part of Lash&039;s strategy: Draw the toughest one in and the others will follow

Lash s for help with enforcement"

Prison Tat&039;s stare was full of dirty deeds done dirt cheap "You run a bar?"

"Nope" He glanced at RIP "Guess you could say it&039;s territorial"

The &039;banger nodded like he knew all the rules of that board game

Prison Tat flexed his ar wichu? I don&039;t know you"

Lash leaned back so his shoulders were against the cinder blocks "Just thought you&039;d like to reen My bad"

As he closed his eyes like he was going to sleep, he heard voices that popped open his lids An officer was bringing another offender down to the holding cell

Well, what do you know The guy with the eagle jacket from Screamer&039;s

The neas let in, and the three hard-asses pulled their glaring, watch-yer-ass welcoon One of the junkies looked up and offered a watery suy in a business capacity

Interesting So the guy was a dealer

Eagle Man sized up the crowd and nodded to Lash in recognition before taking a seat on the other end of the bench He looked more annoyed than scared

Prison Tat leaned into Lash "Didn&039;t say I weren&039;t interested"

Lash shifted his eyes over "How do I find you to talk terms?"

"You know Buss&039;s Bikes?"

"It&039;s that Harley rehab place on Treht?"

"Yeah Me and my bro own it We ride"

"Then you know more people who could help me"

"Maybe Maybe not"

"What&039;s your name?"

Prison Tat&039;s eyes narrowed Then he pointed to a depiction of a Harley low-rider that was inked on his aro RIP&039;s foot started tapping, like he was holding sos or the skinheads Not yet Starting small was safer He&039;d see if he could add a couple of bikers to the Lessening SocietyMaybe even get his ass arrested again as an entr¨¦e

"Owens," a cop called out at the door

"Laters," Lash said to Low He nodded at Diego, the skinhead, and the dealer and left the druggies to their conversations with the floor

Out in central processing, he waited while an officer explained page after page of "here are the charges against you," "this is the public defender&039;s office nuned an attorney," "your court date is in six weeks," "if you fail to show, your bail will be forfeited and an arrest warrant will be issued," blah, blah, blah

He signed the name Larry Owens a couple of times, and then he was let out into the hall he&039;d been led dohile handcuffed eight hours ago At the end of the linoleurotty plastic chair, and as he got to his feet he see for food," Lash said as they headed toward the exit

"Yes, suh"

Lash walked out of the front of the CPD&039;s building, too distracted by the things he needed to do to think about the time When the sunshine hit him square in the face, he reared back with a screa his face, he scraht him by the upper arms "What¡ª"

"The sun!" Lash was al was happening There was nothing up in fla demise

He stopped and turned around to face the sun for the first tiht" He shielded his eyes with his forearht into it"

"It&039;s war&039;s stone facade, he couldn&039;t believe the warh his skin into his muscles

He&039;d never envied humans before But, God, if he&039;d kno this felt, he would have all along

"You okay?" Mr D asked

"Yeah yeah, I am" He closed his eyes and just breathed in and out "My parents they never let ht up until the change, but my mom and dad never wanted to risk it"

"Can&039;t iine not havin&039; no sun"

After this, neither could Lash

Tilting his chin up, he closed his eyes for a moment and vowed to thank his father the next tinificent

Phury woke up with a burning, foul taste in his mouth Actually it was all over, like someone had sprayed the inside of his skin with oven cleaner

Eyes were glued shut Sto with all the enthusiase And leading the charge on going absolutely nowhere was his brain, which evidently had flatlined and not been resuscitated along with the rest of his body

Actually, his chest was pretty much a closed shop as well Orno, his heart , because well, it had to be, didn&039;t it? Or he wouldn&039;t have thoughts, right?

An iray wasteland caray horizon

Welcome back, sunshine, the wizard said That was such bloody fun When can we do it again?

Do what again, Phury wondered

The wizard laughed Oh, how easily they forget the fun tiroaned and heard someone move

"Cormia," he croaked

"No"

That voice, that deep, male voice So like the one that came out of his own mouth In fact, it was identical

Zsadist ith him

As Phury turned his head, his brain sloshed in his skull, his bone do but a fish tank that had water and plants and a little treasure chest with bubbles, but nothing with fins in it Nothing that actually lived

Z looked as bad as Phury had ever seen hiht and that scar more visible than ever

"I dreamed of you," Phury said God, his voice was just a rasp "You were singing to me"

Z&039;s head sloent back and forth "That wasn&039;tanymore"

"Where is she?" Phury asked

"Corht He&039;d driven her there after having sex with her And then he&039;d Shot Up With Heroin "Oh, God"

That happy little realization brought his eyes into proper focus and had hi around

All he saw, everywhere, was pale lavender, and he thought of Corh the closet in the office in her white robe with that rose in her hand The rose was still there, he thought She&039;d left it behind

"You want so to drink?"

Phury turned back to his twin Across the way, the guy looked like he felt, worn-out and empty

"I&039;ht over a glass "Lift your head up"