The air was always a little colder these days, but right now Kardiac’s skin was crawling beneath his uniform. It had nothing to do with the chill on the night air, though. It had everything to do with the three Brazilian drug-runners who just slipped their boat silently beneath the north pier of Warehouse 170. Had he not been here, watching and waiting for them, they might have gone unnoticed.
This had always been work, but in the Begnini days, it was at least fun. The Vega Syndicate didn’t play by the same rules, and there was no “dealing” with them… not the way he’d handled Alphonse back in the day… back before that final night. Blue and Capin kept telling him to look at the big picture. The gang war was the biggest threat, but they didn’t know the Vegas… they didn’t know her.
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