Rose threw down her newspaper and looked at Arnold square in the eye
"Delirium is dead," she said, "you're our boss now"
"Yeah, about that" replied Arnold, "I'm turning myself in"
"what?" said Rose in shock
"I was never cut out for this life" replied Arnold, "I'm willing to bet you weren't either, nobody really is"
Arnold took a deep breath in
"we are murderers," said Arnold, "I have been disillusioned by that fact, and don't worry I'm not going to rat any of you out."
"well, is that all?" asked Rose
"I just hope-" Arnold stuttered a bit, "I just hope that somewhere deep down that there's a little bit of a good person left."
as Arnold walked out the office door Rose picked up his gun and shot him in the back of the neck, he fell to the ground as oil spilled all over the hardwood floor.
"I hope so too," said Rose, "but I doubt it"
Rose poured herself a glass of whiskey and sat down at Deliriums old desk.
"Okay gentlemen," said Rose, "first order of business"
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Iron-Head and Co.
Mystery / ThrillerTwo android assassins working from the streets of gear city find a cryptic pattern of clues from their most recent victims. Cover is by me
