No Life Kid 2-2

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“First course is served.” The voice filled the room as Zander’s sniper-wielding butler materialized with said course in both hands, a silver tureen in his hands like it was a holy relic or something. “Roasted butternut squash with crème fraîche.” Walter glided around the table, near frictionless in a pair of polished black Oxfords. Uhh-huh….

The date was… good. Actually, scratch that. It was downright great. Dinner at the little Italian place in Port Angeles had been fun, happy and full of conversation that wasn’t just retreads of what Zander already knew had happened at school that day, Jessica giggling about a book that he’d recommended her.  ‘I didn’t know…

Alastiriona “Alexis” Elspeth Armstrong sniffed the air, nostrils flaring from where she crouched on the edge of the six-story brick tenement. Late night air over Seattle was all damp concrete and diesel fumes, the salt off the Puget Sound enough to remind you that all the urban development in the world couldn’t scrub away the…

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