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Brothers in Arms	By : missanime4eva Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 2600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Hey there everyone. This is a new fic I have been thinking about a while now. Thank goodness Christmas is over. Can’t wait for my three weeks holiday. I have a little trip planned to Bali; well first it’s to Adelaide for a wedding then it’s to Bail for five days. Soak up some sun, do a little sightseeing, reading and I’ll try to do a little writing. XD
I would like to say that I would strive to get more chapters out on my other stories but I know I would be letting you readers down if I promised anything so I’ll just try to get them out as best I can. Work keeps me away but I’ll press on.
Anyway I hope you enjoy and remember to review.
Chapter 1
‘Quick, throw the rope over the edge, before they realize what we’re up to.’
‘It’s too short master. Couldn’t you get a longer rope?’
Abel Mink looked over his pet’s shoulders as they looked over the window’s ledge and clicked his tongue. It was off by a few feet. ‘I’m sorry. Should I have measured them before I decided to escape?’
‘It would have been convenient. But your sarcasm isn’t doing us any good.’ Lexis breathed.
‘I think I hear something.’ Sebastian whispered and looked over his shoulder towards the closed door.
‘You didn’t mention this to Van or Jaxon did you?’ Lexis muttered to Sebastian. ‘Otherwise they would want to come to.’
‘Of course not. I can keep my mouth shut. Doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere at the moment anyway’ Seb pointed to the rope.
‘Come on. We’ll just have to jump the rest of the way.’ Deunan suggested.
‘Excellent. I’ll go first. That way I can catch you when you jump.’ Abel put a black hat over his head and tucked his blonde hair inside. Reaching into his desk, pulled out a false blonde beard and put it on, smoothing it down over his skin. Disguise was the key. He stuffed a few more useful things in his pockets before climbing onto the sill and grabbing the rope, checking to see if it was firmly tired and could support his weight. Placing his feet firmly on the wood, he turned around, before looking down. He gulped ad looked at the three pairs of excited eyes of his pets. ‘It’s a long way down.’
‘Well it’s either this way, or we walk out the front door, which would result in you getting body slammed to the ground, tied up and your brother called.’ Deunan said nonchalantly. ‘Too much hassle if you ask me.’
‘Well, when you put it like that.’ It was probably best Iason didn’t know about his little outing, at least not yet, anyway. He managed to remove his ankle monitor with ease but it wouldn’t take long for his Furniture or his roomies to know he had gone out for a little wander without permission and a three unit security detail. He breathed in and checked to see if the cost was clear. No droids. No early morning Rand. Excellent. Abel began slowly descending down the side of the house, stopping once when he thought he heard voices. When he heard nothing, he quickly picked up the pace. It would not be good to get caught with your pants down. He got to the end of the rope and smoothly and so, so quietly dropped down the rest of the way. He looked around then up and waved the three down.
‘Come on. Hurry.’ He whispered. Sebastian, lexis and Deunan quickly climbed down the rope and Abel caught each one when they jumped.
‘What about the droids?’ Lexis said breathlessly.
‘Already taken care of.’ Abel winked and he herded them around the house, and through the gardens. Waiting for the rouge droid he might have missed to pop out and say hello. But none did. His experiment must have worked. He smiled and slowed down when he came to the edge of the boundary set in place to keep him in. It was an invisible line designed to go off if he so much as put his big toe over it, sending a silent signal out so that every police and Darkmen in Midas, not to mention Iason, would be all over him like a rash he did not need.
‘Now comes the easy part. Let’s hope this works.’ Abel put one foot over the boundary, nothing, then the other foot. He looked around. Still nothing. No shrill alarms. No swat teams hauling ass out of the thick forest, ready to tackle him to the ground. They wouldn’t be in the forest anyway. It was too dense and most of the time it was surrounded by mist. It was still early morning, so the mist was thicker than usual. He loved his home. It was such a nice prison.
‘Nice.’ Seb clapped and his pets stepped over the boundary. They weren’t issued with ankle monitors like himself but the GPS chips in their earrings would give away their location. Not to worry. It came in handy to be prepared. He touched a couple of buttons on his watch, heard a faint three beeps and bob’s your uncle, no more GPS trackers.
‘Come on. Before they realize we’re gone.’ Abel took off, holding back his speed so his pets could keep up. Locating the markers he had place secretly and discreetly months earlier on one of his scheduled outings so the trek through the woods would be a smooth one, would take him to the dirt track that led to the edge of Area 5.
‘How long do you give them?’ lexis asked.
‘Not long enough. It’s almost breakfast time.’
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‘Riki, are you listening?’
‘What.’ Riki’s dark eyes looked away from the small blue model plane sitting on Iason’s book shelf, to the man himself sitting behind his large desk, blue eyes cool and stern. What was it that Iason had been saying? Oh, yes that’s right. He was letting him take a trip to Midas with Katze, on the man’s request, on Black Market business. But only on two conditions. One, there is to be no ‘funny business,’ as if Iason knew what the word ‘fun’ meant and two, he was to be at the gates of Tanagura to be collected by Iason at sundown. No more, no less. Then it was off to some kind of party where Riki would be put on display for all the strutting peacocks. Forced into yet another farce. Riki waved his hand to let the Blondie know he was listening to his little list of demands. Blondies were such demanding bastards or was that just a trait of Iason’s?
‘I heard you.’ Riki said and his eyes caught the model plane again. It really was beautiful. Whoever constructed it had a good hand and an eye for detail. It made Riki frown slightly. Why would Iason, cool and aloof Iason, have something so…childish? It was the only colourful thing in the room. It was displayed with such care. And now that he thought about it he sometimes found Iason staring at it as well. His eyes distant and dare he say, sad.
‘Riki, what has caught so much of your attention?’ Iason asked, sounding irked
‘The model plane.’ Riki pointed to it. ‘Who gave it to you? A lover? I highly doubt any of the elites prancing about this place have time for such creative hobbies let alone such craftsmanship.’
Iason glanced at the model in question and Riki almost jumped out of his chair when he caught the tell-tale signs of a fond smile on Iason’s lips. Small, so small but it was there. Ok, Riki was now curious who would be able to make Iason Mink smile like that. Must be someone important otherwise Iason would never have kept it, let alone display it with such care. It got more attention than any piece of furniture in the whole penthouse. But then the small smile suddenly disappeared and Iason became closed off again. He leaned forward in his chair and laced his hands together in front of him. Steel blue eyes without mercy pinned Riki like a butterfly to a wall.
‘The person responsible for the model is not important, what is important is that I have your word, trusting as it is, and you understand the terms of our agreement. Break one and I won’t be as forgiving as the last time you disobeyed me.’
‘Forgiving. You’re shitting me, right.’
Iason calls the last time, forgiving. How could Riki forget that little stint. His ass hurt for a week after that. Iason’s orders were to behave and behave he did, for like ten minutes, and then everything went to shit. And all he did was bitch slap a couple of cocky, loud-mouth A-class pets, who deserved far worse, who just so happened belonged to some very influential Elites. So, naturally they bitched and whined to Iason, so the asshole punished him for twelve torturous hours for something Riki thought was justified. He might behave but it was others that caused him to lash out. He wasn’t going to say that, best to keep his mouth shut, least Iason decides to forgo his outing, so he just gave Iason a two finger salute. ‘Yeah, yeah. I hear you.’
Iason smiled but it wasn’t a warm one. It was one that chilled Riki to the bone. The one he knew from experience came with a whole lot of pleasure and pain. The Blondie rose from his chair and walked around to Riki, who remained still should he provoke the animal descending upon him. Iason grabbed his chin firmly and lifted his head, trailing a smooth finger down his cheek, his neck, stopping just before a now sensitive nipple hiding under his shirt. Drawing teasing circles His cock awakening from the tormenting touch. He tried not to shift in his seat; otherwise Iason would know how much his touch affected him. Fucking Iason. Asshole. Prick. How am I supposed to go out with a pole of steel in my pants? Eyes of ice blue swallowed him up, pinning him down. You could cut glass on those things
‘Don’t make me regret this, Riki.’ Iason’s eyes narrowed, looking for any sign of double-dealing.
Riki scowled, pulling away from Iason’s touch and ran a frustrated hand through his black hair. ‘I said I would behave, didn’t I. What more do you want. The tracker in my cock ring would probably shriek a nice hearty tune if I so much as breathe the wrong way.’
There was a knock at the door and when Iason called out, Cal opened the door, his eyes to the floor like a good Furniture. ‘Master, Sir Katze is here.’
‘Good, Riki will be out in a moment.’
Cal nodded and left. Iason turned back to Riki. ‘Sundown, Riki. The gates of Tanagura. Don’t disappoint me.’
‘I’ll try.’ Riki said dryly. ‘Are we done?’
Iason sighed and pulled back, sitting back in his chair as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. ‘Yes. You may go.’
‘Thank you.’ Riki stood up and didn’t even look back when he left the room. An Iason-free day, well as much as it can be, was waiting for him. Katze was assigning him the job of collecting some computer chip that the black market boss had just learnt had finally come to the surface. It was surprising Katze wasn’t going to pick it up himself but Iason had him on another errand. And when the fucker said jump, you say ‘how high.’ But Katze was short staffed so he had thankfully requested Riki help him out. The somber fucker was waiting in the foyer for him, his red hair covering the long thin scar down his cheek. His amber eyes all business. Profile stiff and straight. He didn’t even bother to say, ‘hello,’ He just said, ‘let’s do this,’ then turned to walk towards the door. Riki shrugged, seeming used to Katze’s cold demeanor and took his black jacket from a silent Cal’s hands, following Katze. The black market boss opened the door, just as a small, brown haired man was about to knock. His raised hand lowered slowly and the man looked up at Katze with startling blue eyes. He would have to be the most beautiful man Riki had ever seen. Smooth, tanned skin. Brown hair fell to his shoulders. Small, a couple inches shorter then Riki, yet he was all muscle. He could certainly take Katze on in a fight.
‘Hello, my I speak to-’
‘How did you get up here? ’ Katze asked suspiciously, cutting the man off. Riki could understand his wariness and distrust. Not because it came with the job of being the boss of Amoi’s underground market but only certain individuals had access to Iason’s personal elevator. A finger print and retina scan was needed and if you were part of the club, you could pass go. If a non-member, they had to call and Cal would allow them access. In all the years Riki had lived in this hell hole, he had never seen the man come by until today. Was he a Furniture? He seemed too old to be one. Although nothing these days made sense.
‘That’s none of your concern.’ The man said. Blues eyes staring Katze right in the eye. Riki saw Katze visibly stiffened. Cool, this dude had balls. ‘I must speak to-’
‘Rand.’ Iason said from behind them. Riki turned and frowned when he noticed the troubled expression on the Blondie’s face. What the hell? He focused his attention back on the unknown visitor who was bowed slightly in respect. Ok, maybe he was a Furniture. Actually now that Riki thought about it, the name Rand seemed familiar. He could recall Iason speaking to some guy called Rand on the phone once or twice. Blue eyes looked at Katze, tipping his head to the side, asking him silently to step out the way. He did and blue eyes stepped inside, declining politely when Cal asked if he could take his jacket.
‘Iason?’ Katze asked.
The Blondie just nodded his head, but the troubled, defensive look never left his eyes. ‘All is well, Katze. You may go. I leave Riki in your hands.’
The dismiss was obvious so Katze nodded and left without a word. Iason’s cool gaze swung to Riki, yet the new man on the scene never left his sight. ‘Remember what we discussed, Riki. I shall see you in a few hours.’
Riki enjoyed throwing a lot of attitude Iason’s way but he knew when to keep his mouth shut. This was one of those times. Clearly something must have hit the fan to have Iason on the defensive. A defensive Iason was never a good thing. Curious. He shrugged, took one last look at blue eyes and took off after Katze.
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‘Cal make sure I’m not disturbed.’ Iason said as he led Rand to his study. The only reason the Furniture could be here could not be a good one.
‘Yes, master.’ Cal said from behind him.
‘What can I do for you Rand?’ Iason asked once he closed the door and walked over to his chair.
‘You kept the model?’ Rand nodded to the plane sitting on his shelf. ‘He does have quite the talent for building things. Even if they sometimes end up blowing up the place.’
Iason’s eyes narrowed. ‘What is it?’
‘He’s gone missing, Your Excellency.’ Rand said as he sat on the same chair Riki had occupied. Iason paused for a split second before he too sat down. His twin brother’s problems were something he did not need right now and Abel Mink had quite a few tucked away. Iason had to admire his brother’s Furniture. He had to put up with a lot. Abel’s strange and erratic behavior was dangerous and impulsive at the best of times. A tendency that drove even him to want to commit violence against his beloved younger brother. It took a lot to keep him grounded and away from the viperous thoughts in his head.
‘Missing? That’s not possible. His ankle bracelet would have forewarned me of his escape the second his foot stepped over the boundary. I had droids patrolling the grounds continuously.’ And for good reason. Abel Mink was as capricious as he was unpredictable. A few years ago he crashed his hover car into the side of a building simply for the fact that the navigation system insulted his sense of direction. That, and Abel tried to kill him six years ago. He has been under strict house arrest ever since.
‘You could be executed for this, Abel’
‘Good. Do it, then. At least that would be a promise you can keep.’
Iason couldn’t do it.
He taken Abel from one prison and placed him in another, even if it meant keeping him alive.
‘It would if he was wearing it.’ Rand said and leaned forward to put a black metal ankle bracelet on the table in front on Iason. ‘I found it placed on the table with a note apologizing to me for the inconvenience. At least he hasn’t lost his manners.’ Iason stared at it and stared at it some more. He then shook his head. Damn you, Abel Mink. This didn’t surprise him? It was bound to happen. What surprised him more was that it took Abel this long to remove the house arrest device Iason had been forced to apply years earlier. He was confined to his home and the surrounding grounds, due to Iason’s leniency and only certain visitors were allowed visitation to his home, tucked away in the thick forest just beyond Diedo. He was only able to leave twice a month under strict supervision and only for a few hours but once he stepped over into Midas, without authorization, all bets were off. The city became his playground and his brother was very good at hide and seek. But once he was driven into a corner, or forced into something he didn’t want to do, like say, return to his prison, it was disastrous for all involved. Like now. Iason picked up the ankle device and turned it over. It didn’t look like it had been cut or tampered with; it would have alerted Iason if that was the case. No, Abel had somehow cleverly removed the bracelet without disturbing the alert mechanism inside the bracelet.
Impressive.
Now he was out there, causing trouble Iason did not have time to clean up. His brother didn’t practically cause trouble per se, trouble usually found him. And when the two collided, serious consequences followed.
‘How long.’
‘Two, maybe three hours ago.’
‘He wouldn’t have gone very far. Security at the Tanagura gates would have alerted me if he had approached. Which means he is in Midas somewhere? I will alert the Darkmen and the Midas police to be on the lookout for him.’ Iason placed the bracelet back on the table. ‘What of Ashton and Lucien? They allowed him to leave?’
Rand laughed humorlessly and shook his head. ‘He slipped out early this morning while everyone slept. Took his pets with him as well. An outing, he explained in his note. Sir Ramsey and Sir Hale are looking for him this very moment. One has the north side, the other, the south. But he’s getting worse your Excellency. And his confinement isn’t helping him. Last week I found him hanging upside down in his library trying to discover how long it would take him to fall unconscious.’
Iason clicked his tongue, the way Riki did when he was pissed and ran a hand through his hair. This was not going to end well. ‘I’ll put an APB out on him, but not to engage if spotted. If we wait long enough, Abel will show up eventually. He won’t be able to help himself.’
‘I don’t know your Excellency. He can be very resourceful when puts his mind to it. He could be in the building right now. Your pet is in Midas too, right.’
Iason folded his hands in front of him. Abel would now about Riki but he would not know what he looks like as his communication with the outside world was limited. Riki was in Midas but the chances of those two running into each other were slim, still it wouldn’t hurt to check where he was. He tapped a few buttons on his keyboard and a holographic map of Midas came up, Riki’s beacon shining brightly red amongst all the blue dots.
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‘Who was blue eyes? I have never seen him before.’ Riki sat in the passenger’s seat beside Katze.
‘I’m not sure, but his face seems familiar.’ Katze eyebrows were lowered, as if he was trying to remember something.
‘How far away is this guy I’m supposed to meet anyway?’ Riki looked out the window. ‘He isn’t some seedy man working on the corner street is he, where if I look at him the wrong way, he’ll knife me?’
‘He owns a pawn shop, one of them anyway, in Janus. Pick up the chip and send it to me by tube link.’ Katze reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and silver credit card. He handed them to Riki. ‘Give him the credit card once you have secured the chip. I asked him to contact me the moment the chip comes into his possession. Fails and he might just find himself out of business, since it’s I that fund half his clients.’
‘You can be one scary son-of-a bitch. You know that right?’
Katze just grunted his answer but remained silent. Typical Katze. It was like trying to get blood from a stone. He had more luck trying to get a rise out of Iason. Speaking of which, the way he was acting still bothered him. A bit. It was just because he would be the one who would have to deal with him. He could ask Katze but the bustard would be tight lipped as usual so he would be just wasting his breath. He pocketed the slip of paper as Katze stopped at a set of walkways and lights where pedestrians started crossing the road. Riki absently glanced out the window and gasped, his eyes widened as he sat up. ‘What the hell? No way.’ He rubbed his eyes and looked again, straining to see but who he had seen, thought he had seen, had vanished. Swept away with the crowd. He almost opened the door and ran out. His hand on the door handle.
‘Riki. What is it?’ Katze asked, suddenly on edge.
‘I thought I saw…’
Riki looked out the window again and narrowed his eyes, trying to look through the bustling crowd but he couldn’t see him anymore. There was no way he had seen what he had seen. He thought he had seen…Iason. It was for a split second and he had a hat on and a moustache but it defiantly looked like him. And that body. Riki would know what body anywhere. But it was impossible; he had only seen Iason minutes ago. That, or Iason had a twin he didn’t know about.
‘It’s nothing.’ Riki said after a moment when the mystery Iason look-a-like didn’t reappear. ‘Light’s green.’
Katze looked at him in confusion but said nothing. They drove in silence, for which Riki was thankful for, having not to have to explain that he thought he had seen Iason’s double and Katze finally pulled up to the curb at the market district of Area 6. This time of day was bustling with citizens, great. Riki hated crowds and crowds hated him. He just nodded at Katze; he had his directions so there was no need for more chit-chat. Katze nodded back slightly in return. Riki opened the door and got out, closing the door, watching as Katze pulled away. He was such an asshole sometimes. Taking out the piece of paper, he began walking in the direction written on it. Not only was he an asshole but Katze’s handwriting was awful, turning the paper this way and that.
Riki shouldered his way through the crowds of people. Most got out of the way, some would try and be smart and lightly shoulder shove him, looking down their noses at him as if he wasn’t worth their time. Whatever. Riki could deal. He was about to give the man who had just felt his ass a nice black eye when some asshole in a trench coat bumped into him and he felt a slight sharp sting pierce his shoulder. He stumbled slightly, cursed, and then turned to find the man who had literally body slammed him, but the mystery man in the overgrown coat had vanished amongst the crowd. He touched his shoulder but he couldn’t feel anything. Must have been from the impact. He let it slip. He had more important things to do.
Ignoring the usual looks and lewd invitations he received, he walked down the street and then down another, noticing the crowd beginning to thin out. Until there was only one, two shady characters standing in doorways, watching him, sizing him up, probably wondering how much they could get for his clothes. He gave them the same look. A show of strength, of force usually worked with people like this. They looked away, going on with their business. Fine by him. He spotted the dirty, barely hanging sign of the pawn shop and frowned. Really. It was like Ceres had packed up and moved into this one little shop. Just think, after this you could do anything you want, within reason. In and out.
The bell on top of the door jingled and inside was just as filthy as the outside. Ceres could be called the cesspool of Midas but this shop, right here made Area 9 look like Tanagura. A large u-shaped glass box counter was filled with various crap that either looked so worn out it would crumble if picked up or broken. How the hell did this man come into possession of such an item as this computer chip? Who in their right mind would trust this man not to stab them and take their shit? The owner must have heard him cause he heard an angry muttering voice and hard footsteps before a bearded man appeared, looking annoyed, probably from being disturbed.
‘Yeah. What do you want?’ he groused, wiping his dirty hands on an even dirty cloth.
‘I am here to pick up a computer chip. Katze sent me.’
‘Did he now?’ The dude looked at him up and down, lingering on his leather covered crotch and a lecherous grin spread across his ugly face. ‘I would certainly give it to you…for a price. How bout’ you come round back and we can exchange…goods.’
Riki’s dark eyes narrowed. ‘Here’s your price.’ He threw the credit card on top of the glass and pinned the guy with a cold stare. ‘Now give me the chip, otherwise I may just introduce your face to this glass.’
The lustful grin vanished and was replaced with anger. ‘Hold your tongue boy. I have methods to deal with smart mouth mongrels like you.’
So much for getting in and out. Probably best to quit while he was ahead otherwise he would have to face not only Iason, but Katze as well and he rather not have his balls cut off and put in a brass jar ‘You have your payment. The chip.’
Beardo scowled but reached into his pocket and pulled out a small yellow envelope. He threw it down on the glass and took the credit card with his grubby hands, quickly pocketing it as if he was afraid Riki was gonna steal it back. ‘You have the chip. Get the fuck out of my shop.’
With pleasure, you sick fuck. Riki put the envelope in his pants pocket and left. Breathing in deeply the fresh air, fresh as can be in this dirty alleyway, he quickly retraced his steps back to the more lively streets of Janus. All he had to do was find a mailing tube and express post this fucking chip, then he had the whole afternoon of free-Riki time. Well he did, before three lanky, stained street thugs stepped out of a doorway and into his path, all three looking at him, snickering, from head to toe as if he was a pet at an auction house. He changed direction and entered a dank but semi-lit, wide alleyway, luring the three wannabe thugs to him. It had been sometime since he had gotten a proper workout. Sex with Iason didn’t count. That was more of a marathon meant to endure then a work out.
‘Some fancy clothes you’re wearing there, mongrel. Would fetch a nice price on the streets.’ The tallest one said. His teeth a nasty yellow. All three surrounded him, boxing him in. Don’t they know what happens when you corner a wild animal?
Riki put a hand on his hip and cocked his head. ‘Not for sale. Sorry gents.’
‘I like a guy who plays hard to get.’ The scrawniest one leered. ‘Makes it more exciting when they scream.’
This is getting fucking ridiculous. He was not the ass toy of Midas. ‘Back off if you know what’s good for ya. I don’t have time for your bullshit.’
‘Guess this mongrel pup needs some help in understanding the rules around here, boys.’ This guy had a tattoo of a scull on his neck. It seemed to be smirking at him. They grinned and came towards him. Guess I won’t be able to keep my promise after all. Riki dodged the first fist, ducked for the second and punched the third in the stomach. He went down, and Riki turned and blocked an arm before beaning yellow teeth right in the nose. He yelped and blood spurted out from his nostrils. ‘You fucker.’ He yelled and held his bleeding nose.
The other two rushed him at once. He moved out of the way when his vision suddenly wavered, going blurry, and his body went limp, causing him to stumble and miss the plank of wood coming down on his head. He cursed and stumbled back, hitting the wall, holding his head. Fucking hell. What the hell was that? His whole body just shut down. He didn’t have time to contemplate it as all three were on him. Kicks and punches were landed relentlessly everywhere on his body. And each one blew the air out of his lungs. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.
Suddenly all three men were pulled off of him and he was able to draw a breath. There was a scuffle and a pained groan before the distinct sound of a body being dropped to the floor fell to his ears. ‘Who the fuck are you.’ Scrawny cursed. Riki unsteadily got to his feet and rested his back against the wall, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. Why the hell did he feel so tired and why were there funny little white dots were starting to appear behind his eyelids. He chalked it up to the bump on the back of his head beginning to form. And he would probably have a nice body bruises in a few hours and somehow his situation seemed familiar, but Iason was not here to save his ass. Whoever had saved him from a further one-sided boxing match had picked a good time to show up.
‘Well now. Three against one doesn’t seem very fair.’
To be continued…
I am really excited about this story. I know it’s only in its infant stage but still I am optimistic. I hope everyone had a good Christmas and an even better new year. Please read and review. Let me know what you think.
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