He wasn't fooling anyone. Pissing upwind at Basco and the rest of the bastards never got old. Putting on jeans that should have been drenched in his own blood, zombie guts, and hydrocarbon-based robot dinosaur blood did. Not the jeans themselves, but they'd become, by virtue of having pockets, his uniform for night work. At least they were a good pair. Beaten in by some town zombie-drone-joe-average, the leather brand-patch ripped off for corporate witness-protection.
Harvey was on time. S.T. flipped up two fingers, then a third, wobbling his hand. Two or three minutes, tops. Right back.
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He wasn't fooling anyone. Pissing upwind at Basco and the rest of the bastards never got old. Putting on jeans that should have been drenched in his own blood, zombie guts, and hydrocarbon-based robot dinosaur blood did. Not the jeans themselves, but they'd become, by virtue of having pockets, his uniform for night work. At least they were a good pair. Beaten in by some town zombie-drone-joe-average, the leather brand-patch ripped off for corporate witness-protection.
Harvey was on time. S.T. flipped up two fingers, then a third, wobbling his hand. Two or three minutes, tops. Right back.
[to here (he'll be back)]