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home in a standard issue, ebony Expedition. He decided to check in on his partner, busy stashing away the cocaine from the earlier bust. The senior detective pressed the autodial on his Nokia. "How's my investment, Ernie?"

  "We got a problem, Duvall." Mandrel sounded strained, and not from his forty-year-old smoking habit.

  Duvall assumed the worst and leaned for the half-empty bottle of Rolaids stashed in the glove compartment. It never ends…

  Herald of the New World

  Wintry mists blew dark strands of hair into her face as the she crested the cliff. Ku’ Noi gasped as a crescent moon illuminated a pale spire resembling a massive claw that dominated the inky sky across the rocky plateau. Apprehension blossomed, a foreign emotion not felt since the old master’s took her in decades ago. What lies within? She gripped twin ninjatos, quelled weakness, and raced across the mountaintop.

  She smiled behind a dark cowl at a sinister doorway arched with a chi dragon. Even monsters respect the gods. Ku’ Noi ignored the door and spied the property for a window. However, the samurai lord’s final orders battled an ingrained instinct toward stealth. Kill the invader before sunrise, make the murder obvious, and pin it on the clans of the east. She shook her head at the deceitfulness of honorable samurai as she picked the lock and entered, leaving the door open.

  A Thief’s Honor

  The pudgy thief clung to a jagged overhang with knobby fingers as he bemoaned the series of disasters leading to this fool’s undertaking. He cursed the blinding sunrise shimmering along Widow’s Bay as a stiff breeze tousled auburn strands of hair into his eyes. He cursed pa, the lousy good-for-nothing, bedridden with the Bagave Flux, while maneuvering a hardy build atop the precarious outcropping. Rolled shoulders screamed in pain. Deep pants of frigid air burned his lungs.

  Weary eyes gauged the distance to the earth. He groaned against an assault of dizziness. He was going to die, alone, and without knowing a woman at twenty and nine.

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