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CHAPTER ONE no sugar, no creamer, and nothin' nice
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Wind passed through the city's streets silently, whipping around corners and over the few passing cars. The usually busy city was nearly unrecognizable in the quiet night. It had to be only one in the morning and almost everybody had already retired to their homes or night jobs. The few heroes still out were slowly making their rounds up and down streets and high on the roofs.
There was Mirko, jumping from roof to roof. Her figure was darkened by the lack of moonlight and she looked like nothing but a passing shadow. Then, on the opposite side of the city and sat on a ledge, was Snipe. He glanced suspiciously around, hidden eyes carefully scouring the ground. The only movement he seemed to find was loose dogs or small, minuscule mice scurrying around. He had an itch creeping its way down his arm, straight for the hand holding the trigger. His knuckles were white underneath the leather gloves...
