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The waif-like blondes tripped over theh the

club

Lefty snickered “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Bambi or Goldie move that fast in my entire life”

“What can I say?” Clue shrugged “Bitches love me”

“It’s that baby face How old are you noenty?”

“Fuck you I’m damn near thirty now”

Lefty shook his head Patched in when he enty, the second generation, Clue had

always been everyone’s little brother growing up

Clue stood up “What’s going on?”

Lefty paused, still unable to believe the scrawny pre-teen had sprouted up to six foot, four inches “I need you to dig up some information”

“Well then, let’s step into rinned

Lefty shook his head The kid got off on electronics

They’d given Clue free rein in one of the rooets, computers, and parts, it’d been dubbed Clue’s Office

Lefty sank down in the chair beside the desk and watched as Clue powered up the massive

black unit